Oh So Quiet
I quit Facebook and it was awesome.
I have been debating it for YEARS. Years, I tell you.
There were so many things I hated about it but I just kept
checking it every 10 minutes like a trained chimp. (For the record, there were
some great things too. Just not as many as the annoying ones.)
It was a lot of noise and distraction and frankly, stuff
that I didn’t care about or need to know. There was also the element of “LOOK
HOW MUCH MORE FUN WE ARE HAVING THAN YOU!” Something that has proven leads to
depression in some folks. And that is definitely something I do not need help
with, thankyouverymuch.
After deactivating my account, I felt immense relief. Like,
crazy amounts of relief.
Then panic set in. What if no one misses me? What if no one
knows I’m gone? Where will I put all of the pithy comments I come up with and
all of the cute pictures? How will I know what’s going on?
A classic case of FOMO.
Fear Of Missing Out.
And the nurturing voice in my head said “It’s OK.”
And it is.
Hope your summer has been swell. I got semi tan for about a
week and have eaten massive amounts of berries.
xoxo
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