Monday, March 29, 2010

Life without social networking

We'll Always Have Paris: Stories
With the exception of this blog and Ubuntu Living, I've largely forsworn social networking in its many forms, Plurk included.  So far, the effects have been quite amazing: over the past weekend, I've managed to finish two novels, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and The No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency.  And now I am midway through Ray Bradbury's We'll Always Have Paris.  So in one fell swoop, I've recovered large chunks of my time and my life.

I logged on one more time to Facebook today, this time, to irrevocably advance my "suicide" for good.  Not content with Facebook's offer to delete my account, I went through my entire list of contacts and unfriended them one by one.  It took a while, even on Facebook Lite, but it added a touch more significance to the experience.  I felt each and every goodbye as I clicked on the X that would sever the link.

The exercise added the dimension of reflection.  Of the 700 or so friends I had on Facebook, how many did I actually feel any real connection to?  Honest answer: not a whole lot.  In fact, there were quite a few I was more than happy to say goodbye and good riddance to.  The few that I did care for I already maintained regular contact with (and will be asking out for coffee or dinner soon.)

Facebook didn't take kindly to my actions.  Either that, or I must have pressed something wrong.  Before I could ask Facebook to actually delete my account, they already deactivated it.  No more can I sign in.

And good riddance to that.