So, I decided to get off Facebook, effective the end of the month. No one that I've talked to, so far, has attempted to dissuade me from this resolution. I find this an interesting [tacit] commentary on Facebook itself--no one thinks it's so good for me that I ought to continue using it as a means of social networking. Having been pregnant at the time, I have no memory of how I voted during the Facebook debate last semester, but I think that (except for my continued effort to vote based on the debate presented and not necessarily my actual opinion) I think I would have been pretty down on it had the vote been offered me right now.
Of course, it doesn't necessarily have to be about Facebook itself. It's mostly about me, in fact. It seemed, honestly and truly, like I was in to Facebook because of a sense of personal fame that it gave me. There's a pride in seeing your status liked, or your photos viewed and commented upon, and I decided it wasn't for me. Besides, when you're sitting around on Facebook actively thinking, "You know, I'd really like to go do X project," but you never do it because you're sitting around on Facebook...well, it's time to quit.
If people want to email me, I'll email back. I'll return to the blog. Mary Beth has inspired me to only write something worth, well, writing. While I doubt I'm as capable of writing meaningful things as she, I know for a fact that I'll put more effort into it if it's on the blog. A status (or a tweet, or anything like it) just takes too little time. A blog post takes some thought. It has a beginning, a middle, and an end. And if I'm narcissistic about the blog, well by golly, at least I'm being prideful about something I actually put effort toward.
Finally, the whole thing is funny because I do this as I begin a spring full of scheduled responsibilities (i.e. raising child, teaching piano, caring for husband, going on travels) and I just know deep in the heart of my self that the blog will fall by the wayside as it always has. But oh well. Facebook, farewell. And good riddance.
p.s. I will continue, dear listeners, to utterly fail in my proofreading of blog posts. They are always ended upon the occasion of (a) the phone ringing, (b) the doorbell ringing, (c) my husband returning, or (d) the baby crying. I never finish a post a couple minutes before disaster strikes, so that I may carefully check for errors before A-D happens. I always finish because A-D is happening. And who's going to proofread during all that?