Life After Facebook, Day 1

Hi guys! Hope all is well in the interweb life for you all.

For me, life has been a little bleak. After feeling frustrated with some scenarios that induced a significant amount of stress lately, I have decided to do without the source: Facebook.

I've been using Facebook since 2006, but had never ceased over these past eight years. Yes, 2006. I remember the old days when you had to tell it which college you attended, and how very limited it was. You had to know the email addresses of the friends you wanted to add, and everything was kind of boring. But then, it started to pick up and soon MySpace was abandoned for this new and fancy Facebook.

Do you "Like" my decision?

Fast forward: I've seen a lot of friendships end on this site, and it's really depressing. For me, Facebook was always a tool to stay in touch with people, but thinking about it all, I am ready to have a new beginning--without Facebook. I will miss being able to see pictures of my cousins and their children, my family as a whole, and some old high school friends.

But, it's more exciting to be able to text and email people to stay in touch. It's more exciting to have to have people purposely show you their pictures to know what's going on in their lives. I'm ready to have real connections again.

So, life after Facebook looks promising--very promising. Who else is on this path?

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