Approximately five minutes ago, I deactivated my Facebook account.
I've been thinking about doing this for a while, because my life was, frankly, much simpler before Facebook (and email and cell phones and children and adult responsibilities) came along. At this point, I mostly used it to advertise the blog and to keep in relative touch with friends. However, I realized tonight that I don't actually care if anybody reads my fucking blog, and I don't actually care if I keep in touch with any of my "friends"-- and this was AFTER I had deleted 400 of them. Cynical? Perhaps. But I've got more important shit going on.
Like celebrating the one-year anniversary of being friend dumped by the Carpenter (drinks on me on 3/11!), or sucking up the layers of goddamn dog hair left in my house from having Earl-the-hundred-pound-hound visit for a week. Or not being able to have lunch with a dear friend I haven't seen in two years because it would be too rough on another friend.
It's been one of those weeks.