Drastic times call for drastic measures. And here's what I'll say. I deactivated my Facebook account for a full 24 hours and holymotherofgod it. felt. awesome. Here's why: I suddenly felt like I had no one to impress. Including myself.
I don't think that we deliberately try to impress others with our photo-perfect lives and status updates. I don't think that we deliberately do any of the things to attempt to "one-up" each other. But somewhere in the deep recesses of our subconscious, I think there's a part of us that feels like we have something to prove. What it is, I really have no idea.
Scrolling through my newsfeed once I reactivated my account, I felt (to be quite honest) really empty. And bored. And a little bit ashamed. Ok, a lot ashamed. How did we suddenly become so consumed with what we ate for lunch today (guilty) or that the guy sitting in the car next to you in rush hour traffic is picking his nose (just an example, and a gross one at that)? Why do we care that a cousin of a friend of your brother-in-law's aunt's 98 year-old godmother booked a trip to Belarus next month? Since when did finding out about an engagement / wedding / pregnancy / divorce / [insert big life milestone here] via Facebook and not through a personal phone call or encounter become de rigueur? When did we become so impersonal yet get into the cracks and crevices of everyone's intimate life details?
Then I happened upon this cheeky (read: genius) website called Eraseface. What a resource to make you feel secure in your decision to do away with your Facebook account, even if for a temporary moment. I was reading things that I thought. Someone else out there agrees with me! Something that really stood out for me was this:
"Everyone is performing on Facebook in a grand avatar ball.
We will only see one side of reality in Facebook, a Prozac-
induced backslapping smile fest. By only having a 'like' button
and no 'dislike' button, Facebook is inherently skewed toward
synthetic happiness. People will only post pictures and comments
that inflate the image of their social life. But there's another side
of reality that's not all a bowl of maraschino cherries."
Oh, and by the way, no. I do not want to play Candy Crush with you. Ever.