Some people seem to think that they are addicted to Facebook; some probably are. Many people seem to want to deactivate their accounts, but are never able to actually do it because the anxiety is so high.
I myself toyed with the decision on whether or not to deactivate for a few hours a little while ago. Then I analyzed that reluctance to deactivate.
This website had a hold on me. I kept coming up with excuses as to why I should not delete my Facebook. I thought about all the people who I might miss or later regret not keeping in contact with.
And then I realized that I am only in constant physical and verbal contact with about 20 people, namely my best friends, acquaintances here at SPU and my mom.
All the other Facebook “friends” just sort of floated away from my everyday life as time went on. So it goes in life.
I always felt badly about myself and how I spent my time after using Facebook. I was only ever on the website for about five minutes because I never really enjoyed the experience. I just never cared about so-and-so getting ready for a night out.
I had no interest in that one guy’s political opinions, and engagement photos never sparked anything, either. In the end, I’d much rather spend my time reading or calling my mom. That’s where the true human connection lies.
The deactivation occurred when I finally realized that I don’t care how I look to everyone else. I never have in real life, so I should not treat my virtual life any differently.
On their day-to-day, most people do the same thing, more or less. We wake up, shower, eat, go to work or school, eat, socialize, eat, sleep and repeat. But on Facebook, everyone is doing something all the time.
There is always someone having a better time than you, with the photos to prove it. For me, at least, this always had me comparing myself to others, and that was very disheartening.
Furthermore, I didn’t like having photos of myself freely online for the world to see. People could keep tabs on my whereabouts, employment, my friends and what I do on the weekends at any moment. There is a serious lack of mystery, anonymity and privacy while social networking, which is the point of it. But I don’t want a Facebook profile to be a disingenuous indicator of my character.
Marcus Aurelius once quipped that “There is a proper dignity and proportion to be observed in the performance of every act of life.” I’ve always tried to carry this maxim with me on my daily life, but I somehow overlooked Facebook use being subject to Aurelius’ philosophy on dignity. For me, at least, there is no dignity in Facebook that can be applied to my life.
Thus, the fetters were at last severed, and I feel a lot better without it. I care more about what stimulates my mind and how I dedicate my time. Surely that speaks to something.