Breath in, breath out.
How am I going to tell them about it?
Maybe quick and suddenly, like pulling a band-aid, will do the trick.
1, 2, … (don’t be silly) 3!
There, I said it. I’m officially off facebook. Don’t worry, my account and my blog page still exist; I simply don’t have any access to them AT ALL.
Today morning I parted with my beloved password, gave it to a trusted person who’s identity shall remain secret (ok, it was my mom. Come on, make fun of me; I know it can’t get any lamer than that) and asked her to change it no matter how much I might cry/beg/suffer from shivering, shaky hands and hallucinations – you know, the typical withdrawal symptoms.
Now all I can do is sit back and see what happens.
The last two times I gave up facebook in a similar way, it lasted about a week or so each time, long enough for me to concentrate on upcoming exams or term paper deadlines, since my facebook addiction can get unhealthily distracting and my academic career is on top of my list. Just after daydreaming and wearing color-coordinated outfits.
Or it can get simply unhealthy.
Seriously, I can’t remember the last time I watched a movie alone at home without checking it out at least five times. Or done homework without browsing to see what’s new in my home page or responding to chat messages. Needless to say, I ended up unfollowing multiple women’s fashion site, because when I read “10 Ways to Mix and Match Prints”, I can’t help but click on it. In addition, I realized it took me twice as much time to finish any task I was doing. Multi-tasking is – if not truly myth– not for me. It would make my ideal answer to the all-time classic question, “What superpower would you like to have?” Flying? Nah. Reading minds? Hmm, maybe… Multi-tasking? YES!
This time I haven’t set any time restrictions. I guess it’s going to be about 1 week. At that point I’d probably have reached the brim of unsociability. Note to all my wonderful friends: I’m not being lazy/ ignorant/ rude / depressed / abroad with no internet connection (oh, wouldn’t that be simply magical?); I’m just on a detox.
I named this post #1 because I’m planning on doing another one at the end of the detox to see how it was actually successful and/ or meaningful and whether I’ve learned anything along the way. Last time, I found out that when it comes to procrastinating I can become really creative with all the possibilities the Internet presents. For example, I re-discovered my Twitter account, started following a thousand blogs that I unfollowed as soon as I got facebook, but also managed to finish my term paper on time, which was, after all, my goal.
What are you thoughts on the subject? Are you facebook addicts, as well? How do you cope with it? Is it driving you crazy, making you guilty, or is it just me?
Un beso enorme,