Now, job hunting for a place in a nursing home.
Today is Ash Wednesday, and I'm in a Lenten mood:
The time is now to clear the clutter! as Isaiah says.
Or, like Loretta's mother in Moonstruck, maybe the time is now to ask,
"What the hell happened to you?"
Yesterday I realized that resentment has been gunking-up my mood lately, and that "what happened" to me is Facebook. The amount of mean-spirited (or maybe just small-minded) comments carelessly tossed about on FB surprises and disturbs me, but I can't seem to moderate my intake.
FB has become, for me, the equivalent of the La Brea Tar Pits.
So, without really thinking of Lent (until afterward), I deactivated my account.
(I don't know if you even can delete your account totally--"deactivate" is the best I could find, for now.)
And confirmed that I intend to keep blogging instead:
Congratulations! Maybe a book about your saintly activities will happen someday.
ReplyDeleteAnd ugh. I carelessly toss things onto FB sometimes, so I hope I wasn't your last straw. If so, I am sorry.
I like blogging better. So glad you're blogging again.
From Fresca:
ReplyDeleteOh, Deanna, you are NEVER mean-spirited (or small minded either), and I can't say I've ever noticed you being care-less either.
I like blogging better too--it's just harder, and scarier because it's more self-revealing.
I have now done this twice, and have no regrets. you can "delete" (rather than just desctivate) your account, but I don't believe they REALLY delete it.
ReplyDeleteMOMO: Yeah, me too! This is the 2nd time I've left FB, but this time I stayed about a year and a half, because for quite a while I was liking the lightweightness of it.
ReplyDeleteI will go back and figure out how to DELETE it, but yeah, like you, I figure FB never lets her dead go... :)
Thanks, Fresca, for your gracious words. In your honor, sort of, I haven't checked FB all day. :o)
ReplyDelete