Off The Grid

For some reason, the time change hit me like a sack full of doorknobs, then all of a sudden I was getting ready to go back to Guelph and visit my parents. Then I got some rather annoying news and now... now, I feel like being a social vole and burying myself deep down into the ground for a while.

So, I officially killed Facebook, just in time for Lent to be over. Well, I'll try and feel guilty that I failed at Lent while indulging in my Cadbury Creme Eggs and Lindt Bunnies, although if I bought the candy at 50% off the day after Easter, it's going to be a hard emotion to fake.

Since killing Facebook, I've noticed a sharp reduction in my Internet usage time, a decline in jealousy-related stress and a sharp increase in the condition known as "Not Knowing What The Fuck is Going On." Sadly, I haven't noticed any increase in productivity.

I actually killed Facebook once before and kept off the grid for a whole month or so. I eventually went back online though, because I felt like I was missing out on too many social activities, from people who didn't feel like inviting people by phone or e-mail. Since that's just what I'm trying to avoid, I think I'll at least make it to two months, if not forever.

Not that Facebook makes it easy. When you go to disable your account, they throw up photos of your friends saying "______ will miss you!", as if the high school friend attached to that label has given me a thought in the past six years. And they keep your account around, with all your photos and your friends saved, hoping to "see you soon." It looks like social networking has finally managed to outguilt my mom.