I'm done. That's it. I call quits. I've deleted my Facebook account. Permanently.
According to my exported Facebook data, my initial registration date was way back on Sunday, October 24, 2004 at 12:17pm EDT. I was a member until Friday, November 11, 2016 at 9:35am EST. That is 4400 days, 21 hours, and 18 minutes. Quite a bit of time if you think about it. I'm afraid to even imagine how much of my life was wasted putzing around on that site.
It's interesting how cathartic dropping my membership has been. I've successfully shrugged off the leeches, the stalkers, and the people I just couldn't bring myself to unfriend. I don't have to see the political bullshit, the vague-booking, or any of the other drama. Now I don't have to make excuses or worry about hurting anyone's feelings: I don't have an account - and it's marvelous! Why didn't I do this sooner?
I do sometimes find myself trying to type facebook into the address bar of my browser if I let my brain go on autopilot. Funny how old habits die so damned hard. I won't lie, it's harder to keep in touch by text message or email (or even hand-written notes) but now it's more meaningful when I do. I like it.
I've had to find other things to fill my free time. It used to be so easy to "check in" on people and what they were doing. Without that crutch, it has been easier to focus on work and other more important things. I'm finally learning to code (which is fun and terrifying all at once) in C#. I actually sat down and played a video game, too. I feel much more productive than I ever have - and I actually have REAL free time to enjoy things.
So here's to enjoying life, enjoying friends (people who I actually interact with, not just online), and that thing called living.