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...