Okay, so remember a couple of days ago when I mentioned that Facebook was my guilty pleasure? Well it occurred to me that it may be more than that....something more nefarious and worrisome and lurking than that. I think it has actually become an addiction, and I don't like that idea.
I don't like the idea of being beholden to anything in that way -- the way that involves an impulse, a desire that can only be satisfied by hitting the feeder pellet (which in this case was the "notifications" icon on the Facebook app on my phone). I kicked a smoking habit once, twice, and the third time for good. How could I let a little old thing like Facebook keep me?
I decided I needed a break, if only just to prove to myself that I'm just fine that fix.
Today's New Activity: Self-Imposed Facebook Exile
It feels pathetic to admit this was difficult for me. I was at work for a large part of the day, which was good because my mind was occupied a lot of the time. But the boring, down times at work were when I was typically most apt to pull out my phone and start scrolling, commenting, "liking," and status updating. Ugh.
And so many times today I was tempted to do just that. I'm just so used to using that as a way to ward of boredom and kill the time. And what an incredible time suck it is. Half the time I write blog it takes me twice as long as it should because I have a Facebook window open at the same time and am always finding a way to get distracted.
I turned the alerts feature off on my phone so news of whoever was trying to communicate with me or who else commented on something I found interesting wouldn't be tempting me all day long to peek all day long. Man, those first few hours were rough. And then it got easier. And now, at 11 o'clock in the evening, I'm thinking I could go a few more days without Facebook.
Or maybe not...
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