It’s not you, it’s me. And I really mean that, this time.
You know – I could learn to live with you, bad habits and all. I could smile sweetly and shrug off the sly comments, the dirty laundry hung out for the world to see, the perhaps-more-polite-than-genuine friendship. But I’ve decided not to.
It’s the 23rd of January 2015. When the clock turns to 00:01 on Monday the 25th of January 2015, I am taking a 12 month hiatus from you. Three hundred and sixty five days. You will be deactivated. Shut down. I’m breaking up with Facebook.
I’ll be honest, I will miss you. I did have considerations, sure. Mainly from a business point of view; however I don’t remember the last time I booked a wedding directly from you, or had a photographer find me that then went on to consistently recommend me. It’s a shame that I’ve just started the Jesse&Me page but even with that, there are other ways to find readership. That’s the challenge.
Predominately it’s social experiment. I was inspired so much by Sash’s Nothing New project; the idea that she went against the grain of what other people were doing. At the end of 2013, just over 1.23 BILLION of us had an account with you. Yes, that’s right, BILLION. 170 million new members during 2013, so I imagine we can add that on again for 2014. What would it feel like to not be part of that? There are only around 7.1 billion people in the world. By that reckoning, 1 in every 7 of us are on Facebook. If you take away the countries that don’t have access to computers, or indeed the human rights to be able to use such tools, I would guesstimate that up to 2 out of every 7. That’s still an awful lot. I quite fancy being one of those 5 people… it almost feels ooooh exclusive.
I want to make life less convenient for myself as well. I want to have to just write great content to build my blog. I want to get an accurate view of my ‘fans’ rather than whether it’s just my family liking my page. I want to turn those fans into friends. To create a community. I want to see people more often, I want to pick up the phone. Write handwritten letters. I want to stop moving through my life so damn FAST.
Okay… I’ll be totally honest with you. I respect you enough left to say: I’m having an affair. With Twitter. Oh, and with Instagram. And you can probably count Pinterest too. I’m sorry, but they just inspire me more than you do. They provide easier access to things I actually want to see, rather than what your algorithms have deduced I’m interested in. It’s quite obvious to me that you don’t even know me anymore.
So, here goes. Jumping in with both feet. I wish you the best of luck. You won’t miss me. xo