I Dropped Facebook and it Really Wasn’t a Big Frickin’ Deal

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Every few days I see another article about how “inescapable” Facebook is. I don’t buy it.

Listen, everyone has their own experiences and troubles. Lord knows I struggle with behaviors and habits that other people don’t. So, I’m not here to lambaste anyone who has a hard time giving up Facebook.

I’m not here to lambaste anyone at all, really. I’m just here to share my personal experience for the simple reason that it seems so badly underrepresented.

For those folks out there thinking of ditching Faceplant (zing!), here’s the testimony of a guy who did it, who is glad he did it, and who didn’t see his life implode because of it.

Listen, I dropped Facebook a long time ago.

It really, really wasn’t a big freaking deal.

For a While, Facebook Was All the Rage…

…seething, homicidal rage, that is.

I find Facebook’s data-collection habits to be questionable at best, but that’s not why I quit.

I quit because of the combative attitudes of many of my “friends” and because of the idiotic political posts that would slither into my eyestream and send me into a 24-hour-long binge of howling rage.