Facebook. We all lived in a comfortable lie. If you don’t pay for a service, you are the goods being sold. It makes sense now.
I was mad. Furious. So when #DeleteFacebook arrived, I wanted oh-so-badly to grab the chance to show my rage. To be counted. To be a drop of water, carrying the weight of a movement on my shoulders.
But I didn’t. Why? Because I’m a traveller. Because as much as I hate to admit it, Facebook not only is a treasure-trove of years worth of memorable photos for me, but more importantly, a blue bridge connecting me to the dozens of people I have met around the globe over the years.
True, I may not talk to all of them, but I still don’t wish to let go of the German dude I went to Antarctica for or the tribe of mad souls I spent two mad months with on an island.
So what now?
Facebook earns most of its revenue through advertisement. So I figured why not kick them where it hurt the most? I would just forget about Facebook. I downloaded an app (AppDetox in my case. But there are other apps that do the job just as well), and set myself a daily usage limit of 5 minutes for Facebook. 5 minutes. No more. No BS excuses.
Of course, I plan to occasionally still use some services of their which I find particularly useful. Like looking up an old mate in Canada (which we are moving to next month. Speaking of which, I’m going to start a new vlog about this new adventure; moving to a new country, soon. So you subscribe to my site here or instagram and see what moving continents is really like)
But with this strict limit set, I can rein in my Facebook addiction, and minimize my chances of falling for one of their ads, effectively limiting their influential prowess.
So no more strolling through my feed in the bathroom. No more being a used and abused zombie. More rage about what’s wrong with our world, less finding comfort in the pointless virtual reality of Facebook. More #ForgetFacebook.
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