blue in the face

So on Friday I had a revelation. I decided to quit facebook. Yes, I know this come as quite a shock to some (perhaps most) as I was AVID bookgoer for quite some time. Shit, the husband even had a cousin texting him asking if I got hacked because I couldn't really be quitting facebook at my own free will. I admit I could have gone about the situation a bit better than blasting out a toxic message saying how I've become nauseated by everyone (in fact it was really only about a tenth of my feed) but I've always been a gun jumping, go big kinda girl. And in hindsight since it was really only a tenth or so of my feed making me sick so I guess I could have done the mass delete or "hidden" everyone making the bile ease up my trachea but I didn't, and I'm far too stubborn of a girl to go back in there. Perhaps in time. For now I'm strangely content with this silence. Profile deactivated and three years of memories archived in a zip file. Done and done!

The thing about facebook is that while it puts anyone you've ever breathed near within your reach, it also makes it easy to avoid any type of real socialization. Why should I meet so and so for lunch when I already know everything big going on in their life? In fact, beyond just being in the loop I also know that your kid just wiped his own ass for the first time, you are looking to sell a playstation, and you couldn't stop sneezing on 13th of June. There the stay at home moms whom I haven't actually spoken to in 5 years that feel the need to post at least 5 photos a day of their not so cute kid along with a status update after every diaper change. The perpetual complainers that remind me of eeyore with a constant cloud over their head. The one's that post how perfect their life is just so you can question yours. Something about that seems just, I dunno... wrong, self glorifying, fake, overwhelming. And I realize that with such a site like facebook literally at your fingertips (if you are out of a cave and have a smartphone, that is) all hours of the day it's easy to fall into the trap of posting every minute and mundane detail of your life. I know was definitely an over poster without even thinking about what I was doing or how it may come off to others so I totally get it, it's just that I've realized that's not who I want to be right now. Plus I look forward to more real conversations, it seems in the last year you can never get any face to face "news" about your friends since everything is already out there for all with an account to see. Sure as modern woman of my generation I still need my social networking fix which is why I have twitter and this blog, and I did get on google+ (which is a virtual ghost town right now, I figure it will allow me ease back into a facebook style of networking as more people join. p.s. the customization on their is the shit!). And who knows, maybe after a couple month of quiet I'll decide to give it another go.

But yeah, for the few people that read this that maybe wonder if I had some sort of life crisis that led me to shut myself off from the world, nope not at all. In fact, I'm hoping to get more in touch with it. If not, at least I'll find out who my real friends are.