Well, I just left facebook. Seriously. Like, 5 minutes ago. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I’ve been considering it for awhile now, but today’s tragic news and my “friends’” responses to it pushed me over the edge. And that’s not the only reason. Really. There are SO many more reasons. For instance, I care far too much what people think of me. It’s an ugly trait I’ve always dealt with. Facebook amplifies that. I shouldn’t care how many comments I get on a picture or status update. The truth is, nobody really cares. Nobody cares that I “just made brownies and omg, they’re soooo good!”. Nobody. Cares. Amy.
Also, I’m not a hugely political person, but my “friends’” rotten, stinking, putrid politics are enough to make me want to vomit. It gets so, so old and I realized one day, after reading the 800th ignorant rant, “hey Amy, you don’t HAVE to read these, you know?”.
I do feel bad, however, for my mom, Nana, and mother-in-law who all signed up for facebook for the sole purpose of keeping up with my updates and pictures of Cassidy. Sorry, guys. I’ll text you the pictures from now on.
Anyway, this post is not meant to sound HALF as douchy as it does, but it’s how I feel. And I have to say, even though I’m bummed about not being able to keep up with so many of my friends’ lives, I already feel lighter. Like 100 pounds has been lifted off of my shoulders. So, I guess I’ll retreat back to my little spot under a rock with my little family, in my little town. And I’ll wake up tomorrow and not care if anyone even noticed I’m gone.