I am a pretty competitive person. Not the in your face “I bet I can do more push ups than you” kind of competitive. The dangerous kind. The kind that secretly compares myself to everyone around me trying to live up to so many standards that I end up failing at all of them and ultimately hating myself for being a failure. And facebook feeds that.
I have been thinking about deleting my facebook account for months. As soon as I started noticing that ads were popping up in my newsfeed for things I had been searching for on a completely different internet tab. How does facebook know I was looking at Asics shoes on the Dick’s Sporting Goods website? Not cool.
But I put it off, refusing to admit that it’s probably a minor addiction. I rationalized it by saying that I use facebook to keep in touch with friends and family. Which I do. I know everything that is going on in the lives of those who post regularly…but we may not have physically spoken in years. That’s not keeping up, that’s stalking.
As I’ve stated, my pursuit is to collect moments not things and I view facebook as a deterrent to that. I refuse to waste any more precious seconds of my life composing the perfect status update or scrolling through junk and ads. I will breathe in all the moments and stop trying to freeze them in time. Because that really is an oxymoron isn’t it? How much have I ruined the moment by trying to capture it and then upload it to facebook?
So after much soul searching I have decided that in order to live a more hands-free and minimalist life I am going to delete my personal facebook account. I will still continue to blog because this is therapy for me so you can just sign up to have my posts delivered to your email or check back often. If you want to keep in touch with me please call me, text me, snapchat me, email me, or even better yet, stop by the next time you’re in town.