Well, it’s been a month and a few days since I cleared out my FB feed. What did I learn? What happened?
I think this will be a short post because most of it has been covered in the previous posts aligned with this topic.
Ultimately, I got VERY bored with the platform. I used it as a resource above all and curbed my interaction by over 90%.
That is a big jump. I no longer had a feed to scroll unless I went to my friend groups, and I only went to my friend groups out of curiosity (mainly about local happenings.)
I continued to get notifications, and any late comers to the game were silenced for 30 days. Those silenced parties just started cropping up in my feed yesterday. Namely companies that advertise through FB. For me, namely, craft beer breweries I am a fan of. Without thinking, I saw these posts crop up, and silenced them for another 30 days.
Honestly I am not “missing” anything, per se. I love passing along info. If a person has a question and I feel like I have a viable answer, it is a pleasure to share. However, all in all, I only contacted people or posted if I thought some one may benefit somehow from that post.
I feel a need to remind my audience that I do not have FB messenger or FB app on my phone. If I want to post there, away from home, I have to go to the mobile web page and I am limited in options. I also need to remind readers that I am able to access FB more often than a person with a “normal job.” I work from home, or rather home is work, but WIFI is pretty consistent and FB is an easy distraction from mundane domestic duty.
Did I miss it? No, not really. At times I noticed myself pressing the refresh button that leads to my own echo chamber and then I was like “Oh yeah, I boycotted this like I would a Walmart.” I still drive by, I still have opinions, but…. I have no plans on going inside and interacting with anyone in there for the sake of boredom and randomness.”
Honestly, I think that is cool. To me, it proves I wasn’t as addicted or reliant on it as I thought I was. I gave myself the power of choice, and the challenge of abstaining. I do suspect I will fade away and that doesn’t worry me so much.
Today I dug through my senior year book, and I didn’t have a shit ton of signature/ messages, but the ones I did have, reasserted the best parts of me that sustain to this day. A majority of these messages were not short. Most of them had connecting themes when it comes to talent; kindness, weirdness, good feelings and impact. I am still ALL of those things and I didn’t believe it back then. I always assumed people were blowing smoke up my ass because they, themselves, did not want to be rejected.
I don’t need Facebook to be my daily Yearbook. I enjoy these throw back features to see what I was saying and doing xxx years ago, but I don’t have to have it to survive. The thing that makes me feel like I am dying is isolation with no solutions. In fact, since I have taken the leap of disassociating with my live feed I’ve made a new friend/workout partner; started spending multiple hours during the week to build workouts for M,W, F, AND connected IN REAL LIFE with people who are actually in my geographic sphere.
I feel accomplished. I see how this type of process can fold over into other situations that may need conscious regulation. If you feel like you would appreciate slowly pulling away from the intoxicant that is Facebook, hit me up, or read my other posts on how I experimented with the idea. It really is a challenge of “out of sight, out of mind.” A break like that allows you to question yourself what you want to use the platform for, and what you expect out of your engagement.
If you want naught, why fruitlessly search and conjure up partially fulfilling illusion? All I’ve ever wanted is “real life friends who are true and honest.” I’ve had them in spurts, and maybe it’s time I give those real life connections a chance again.
My hope is that you find this useful, and if you want more info contact me, I love sharing intel. ❤