It’s been a week since I quit Facebook and I have to say, it’s been good. While not a serial poster, I enjoyed reading about my family’s, friends’ and acquaintances’ accomplishments, vacations and joys. But when the “People You May Know” suggestions included folks I may have spoken to once or a long time ago, I realized they were probably obtained from my phone. I didn’t mind FB using my data as one of many anonymous people to sell ads or run studies. Nothing’s free. This, however, was where I drew the line. I posted one last item, a rant that began: “I’m done with Facebook,” and spent a couple of days untagging myself, downloading my pictures, deleting my pictures from Facebook and then sending the request to delete my account.
Now, if people want to tell me how great their lives are, they will have to call, text or email me. And that’s working just fine.