I’ve always harped on how much I hate Facebook, yet somehow, I always get sucked into it. I hate it for multiple reasons and I gripe about it all the time. I hate the emo teenagers who post statuses about how much their life sucks because the store ran out of Orange Juice. I hate the adults who use their statuses to gripe about people who have done them wrong. I hate the newlyweds who are “so in love with their hot spouse” and are 5 seconds close to detailing their intimate secrets of the boudoir. I hate those people who travel all over the world and do amazing things, because they make me hate myself and my life even more. Or people who post some political BS that clearly sounds insane (but to the crazies, it’s not, I guess). I hate everything about it.
So, a few weeks ago, I decided I was going to make Facebook what I wanted it to be; what it was SUPPOSED to be. A social networking site. At my highest, I was at approximately 450 friends. Today, I am at 159. Yes, that’s right, I deleted close to 300 “friends”. Why, you may ask?
Because the truth of the matter is, they weren’t my friends. These aren’t people who I want to keep in touch with. These aren’t people who I want to know about. I hate that Facebook forced me to invest in people, whether they knew it or not, and what do I get in return? Self-loathing. And the other thing is, that none of those 300 people will even notice that I don’t exist. (Blogger Note: To make sure they didn’t see I deleted them, I also blocked most of the 300, there were some that I wanted to make sure they knew I deleted them).
Can I tell you how much better I feel?
I feel like a whole ton has been lifted off my shoulders. I don’t have a care in the world. The people I’m friends with are all fellow educators, so my statuses are all about school or being tired, and I don’t feel like I’m trying to keep up with the Joneses. I also kept a few relatives, although some of them are on the verge of also getting cut out. And, of course, I’ve kept friends that I actually like and want to be associated with.
No fuss. No drama.
Facebook has actually become BORING.
And I LOVE it.
I highly recommend all of you do some “spring cleaning”. Why keep people in your life that don’t add to your existence? Who don’t increase your worth as a person? Who aren’t invested in you half as much as you are in them? Why keep people who you don’t share the same ambitions as you?
For YEARS, I was so worried that people would label me a bitch, a diva, or selfish — so I always tried to appease everyone. Even then, I was labeled a bitch, a diva, and selfish. Well, screw that! I have every right to be a bitch, a diva, and selfish. Because after YEARS of bending over backwards for people, for nothing, I have a right to choose who I want to keep around me and who I want to be rid of.
Peace out, all 300 of you. I never knew ye. And now you’ll never know me.