Is there life after quitting Facebook?
That’s the question I kept asking myself whenever I thought about deleting FB.
I’ve started thinking about it for some time before I actually clicked “I’m sure” when the pop-up message asked me if I really wanted to delete my account. Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes I do.
Some people asked me why, some people were even angry at me because of that, a lot of people didn’t care either or just didn’t notice I opted out. Deep down, even though I felt anxious about doing that, I knew I was doing the right thing.
I’ve always had a love and hate relationship with Facebook. I signed up in 2007 – holy cow, almost 10 years ago, I’m just realizing. In the early days I didn’t spend much time browsing through my timeline because 1) I had a shitty phone, and 2) FB wasn’t so interesting back then (or it was and I didn’t know). At that time, we still had lives outside our little screens, I guess.
The last two years that I was on FB were really intense. Brazil was going through a hard time politically & I was constantly seeing horrible news on my timeline. I used to feel so frustrated because I’m so far away, not able to help or join the protests. Our president was impeached, we were going through a coup-d’état, and I was here, obsessively swiping through my feed and crying because people were just too stupid to understand the real situation.
And that’s a big problem with Facebook: we are exposed to a trillion of information and news; good, bad and horrible stuff, altogether.
Another big issue is that we judge people there. A LOT. I used to judge what people posted all the time, and I’m sure they used to do the same to me. That’s human behavior and that’s completely normal, but I just don’t want to that person anymore.
I really didn’t like the ‘Facebook me’. I was judgmental, I posted so much useless stuff; just thinking about it makes me cringe a little. And that’s another thing: the guilt after a FB post. I shouldn’t have posted that. People must think I’m so stupid. Why do I keep exposing myself? It was a constant battle & it made me feel so anxious. Life is already so complicated, why add another layer of stress to it?