Life After Facebook
Written last year by a friend who I no longer see in my feed. I felt I should link to it now since a lot of people seem to be debating breaking up with Facebook (not me yet).
Tuesday July 28, 2009. That was the day I broke-up with Facebook. I’d been thinking about it for while, would I miss him? Was I willing to give him up forever? Were there other kinder, more affectionate social networks out there? Was I even the kind of girl who could have a social network? Maybe I could be one of those people who fill their lives with a bunch of email accounts.
When I finally decided to do it, he didn’t make it easy. The first time I tried to tell him, he showed me all of my pictures with friends and said, “Momo will miss you, Misono will miss you, Jenna will miss you”. When I ignored him he started to ask why. Was it because we spent too much time together? Was it because he didn’t make me feel safe? I knew it wouldn’t help to answer, so I said the only words that came to mind, “this isn’t working out.”
When he finally realized that I couldn’t be swayed he conceded, but not without letting me know that he’d be there waiting for me. If I ever wanted to come back, all my friends and settings would be right there where I’d left them. We could pick up and forget the whole thing ever happened. If I wanted, we could still be friends and he would just send me emails letting me know if our mutual friends were having a party or something. I told him not to bother.
I'm Nikolaus Bauman 