My decisions are revocable. That’s what makes them seem wishy-washy; by definition, I suppose they are.
My latest decision is to take another temporary breather from Facebook. It’s not because I think it will have any lasting effect on me, nor on Facebook; it’s because Facebook makes me tired. I’m tired of looking at every post as if it matters. I’m tired of participating in my own teen angst factory. Enough! For awhile.
So, for at least a short while, I’ll not see the posts to which I feel an obligation to “like” or to which I feel a need to respond for one reason or another. And I will not post comments that, the moment I post them, make me sorry I’ve done it; I won’t post those comments that look for all the world like I’m desperately seeking acknowledgement.
My comments here are more private, more measured. I don’t expect answers to every thought. I don’t expect every post will even be seen by anyone but me; most probably aren’t. I know there is a small cadre of followers who get notification of my posts, but those followers are not like Facebook posters; they don’t expect every comment to garner a reply. Nor do I. I rather like knowing my comments here sometimes go unnoticed; responses are just that much more meaningful to me when they come.
I suppose I’m posting this message simply to say to those who read this blog, but who notice I’m not presently on Facebook, that I’m just taking a break. I need a break from my own attachment to Facebook. I chose not to announce on Facebook that I’ve temporarily closed my account; no need to call attention to it there, the way I’ve done before.
So there you are.