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Like a Petri Dish Filled With Friendship Germs

If I were an impulsive person, I would have disabled my Facebook account today. I don't know why, but I've been hit by a wave of annoyance and fatigue with its effect on my life.

I may be attributing too much power to a website, and I'm sure there are "healthy" patterns of usage and interaction by many people who are better than me.

Tonight, though, I just don't get the point.

Not that I am not anti-technology. In fact, a great part of my desire to rid myself of Facebook is that it seems redundant. I would much rather have people interact with me via Twitter, my blog, or Google Reader. And of course, good "old-fashioned" email. And if you don't care enough to connect with me on any of these levels...then we're not actually connecting. It's just a (possibly mutual) sort of stalking.

I almost wish I were more impulsive so that I had disabled Facebook and I could just shrug and say it's done and move on. But Facebook is sneaky and it's just as easy to re-enable your account as it is to disable it. So I'd probably do that in the morning and no one would even notice I'd been gone.

end rant.

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  1. Steve8:53 PM

    Go real old fashioned. Write a letter and send it Canada Post! :)

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  2. Jill B12:26 AM

    Ya...i`ve been having the same thoughts. I still haven`t decided...but the idea of how many hours of facebook may take up my life if I don`t disconnect gives me the hebey-gebbeys...and yet, I haven`t made the move....

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