Why I Stopped Facebook

As of this writing both my wife and I have been off Facebook for 5 weeks and some odd days. Some days I can’t tell if I feel relieved or if I actually miss it. Everyone in the last few weeks have constantly asked me why I did it and if or when will I return.

I don’t know to be honest.

I kind of like the freedom of not being attached to something that everyone has access to. Not that I am some semi important personality. Trust me I ain’t important to no one outside my wonderful wife and my two sons. Believe me I am ok with that.

I stopped Facebook because I wanted to. Not because of what Facebook was doing to me. I am much more accountable than that. It is what I was doing to myself. I spent way too many man hours on the service and more than half the time I was not even posting. I’d just read and read. Sometimes be nosey and snoop around what others around me were up to. Not that is actually a bad thing. But when it takes time away from the things in my life that truly matters, yes it becomes a problem.

A few months ago I embarked on this journey to simplicity. I begun to embrace a more minimalistic lifestyle for myself and in hopes my own family would adopt some of the habits. I cannot say it has been easy or even totally successful. But again, Rome wasn’t build in one day. Part of that journey was looking at things in a more “less is more” point of view. Facebook was one of the things I begun to eye ball adjusting as one of my daily habits.

It was not enough for me to just delete the app on my phone. I needed to be a change that impacted the core of myself. My mental health. I needed to shock the system.

Five weeks later I can say I do feel some inner peace with it. I may go back at some point. Most likely during football season so I can banter with some of my friends and post my weekly NFL Power Rankings that many seem to enjoy and hate at nauseam. But as long as it’s on my terms, it’s all good.