I just deleted my FaceBook account, which oddly enough, was not so easy. Actually my account will not really be deleted for another two weeks. FaceBook wants me to be sure, so that in case I change my mind and feel the urge to log in and see what any of my 597 “friends” are posting, then I will be “reactivated”.
What prompted this, you might ask?
Well, it’s been building up…this kind of feeling of wanting to pull the plug.
For starters, I hate that there is no privacy any more on the web, and especially with having a FaceBook account. Then I recently got my yahoo account hacked into, which ticked me off, wondering why would anyone want to do this kind of thing? And then during the Holiday season, I kept seeing ads for places I visited on the web and especially while on FaceBook. And then there are my friends with smart phones: the reception is not the best, so either I can’t hear them, or they can’t hear me very well, and often we are cut off and that is the end of that “cool”connection! Misspelled smart phone emails are so common-place that I seriously wonder if anything matters anymore.
Oh, and you and I can now be arrested without a warrant and put in jail indefinitely without a trial date. This is to protect us from something…ummm, what was it again? Oh yeah. Terrorists.
So for me there are many reasons. And if something feels very overwhelming, bothersome and not much fun for very long, and if I’ve had one too many constitutional rights taken away in the last couple of years, something has got to change!
So no more cool ways to connect for me. Goodbye to Linkedin, to Google+, to all the other ways of connecting that I never could get into: Twitter, texting, & yes, Pinterest too. God I feel better just writing this!
It’s time to spend less time on the computer, and more time with my dog and husband. And doing things I love, like painting.
I will continue to write for Oops50 every Friday, and will do so until I no longer enjoy it.
I don’t have the boundless energy I once had, but I still have enough to draw and form boundaries of what is good for me and what isn’t.
Thank you menopause for making this all possible.
I think being a woman over 50 , a crone, an elder even, is going to be just fine.
Oh, in case any of my FB friends want to contact me, my email is: