I did it.
I deleted Facebook from my iPhone.
I did it Tuesday morning and sitting here on Wednesday night, I am still alive and not twitching from withdrawal tremors.
It has been freeing and a bit alarming as to how often I would mindlessly reach to my phone to see what people ate for lunch or what outfit their dog was wearing. Does it really matter? No. So what is the addiction?
Is the addiction a gateway to a mindless vortex to avoid real life or are we truly that damn interested that you ran 4.27 miles today accompanied by a picture of the pus-filled blister on your pinky toe?
I just wanted to see what life would be like without 24/7 access to the world’s updates. I still have Facebook on my computer, so I checked it once last night and once tonight.
If it’s on my iPhone…I would have know that your tomatoes bloomed today, almost as fast as your typed it. So sad.
I am in recovery.
“Hello, my name is Courtney, and I`m a pointlessness-addict-to-avoid-the-true-things-in-life-that-bring-me-pleasure.”
“Hi, Courtney,” they all chanted in unison.