Last night I was thinking about my relationship with Facebook and I deactivated my account. I’d been thinking about doing that for some time, but I kept postponing it the same way I did back when I used to smoke and thought about quitting.
Lately I had been noticing that I’d be in a bad mood if something I posted didn’t quite get the reception I thought it deserved. But when it did, that didn’t put me in a good mood. I found myself posting stuff without any real reason other than being liked, I guess.
But the thing that did it was that I kept finding myself spending time with my son while constantly looking at my mobile. I felt awful about it and tried to keep it under control, but the habit would always find a way to creep back in.
So I had to do like I did with smoking: I completely and suddenly stopped. And the feeling that something is missing is incredible. This is a real addiction and I’m afraid I’m not even addicted to the degree that so many people are. Scary stuff.