Last Saturday night I began a Facebook fast. In fact, the plan is to be off all social media for seven days. I’m still blogging (as you can see) and posting pictures of Rodie to Instagram because, well, a person can’t just quit everything all at once. Plus, I worry about my followers, not being able to see Rodeo sitting in a chair, Rodie under the bed covers, looking cute, Rodie proudly dominating different pillows.
The goal is improved mental health and productivity. I was also curious about how it would affect me. I am on Facebook a lot. Too much. I have tried cutting back and imposing rules, but am helpless in the face of… Facebook.
This time I locked myself out by having my brother log in as me and change my password. He’s not allowed to tell me that password until this Sunday. (Note: if you see anything untoward on my page, such as enthusiasm for Donald Trump or antique pistols IT’S NOT ME! Very funny, Aaron!)
The first day I was off Facebook I developed a raging cold. This tells me the detox is working! I’m still sick, which tells me the addiction was serious and chronic.
The second day I realized that I have very few IRL friendships. That was sad. I should probably work on that.
The third day I tried to check Twitter but I’ve forgotten the password and I’ve never really understood Twitter anyway. Relapse narrowly avoided!
Who knows what today will bring, other than a rare blog post!
Facebook does not take kindly to people trying to escape its orbit. It has started sending me emails when someone likes an old photo, something it’s never done before. Today Facebook sent me a message that read: “A lot has happened on Facebook since you last logged in!” Stop trying to reel me in, Facebook!
Maybe after seven days clean I’ll stay off Facebook forever. And maybe I’ll only use my cell phone for emergencies.
After this social media fast, all things seem possible.