Solitude

I finally determined it was time. It wasn’t forced, although it was a long time coming. It wasn’t a sudden spur of spontaneity, but a gradual decline of interest. It was for the betterment of my self, for the sake of facing a fear and a challenge. Strength. I did it so that I would actually keep I touch with the people I care about, not just keep up to date with the over-glamorized façade put up by every person I know. It was an action I took for the sake of productivity and freedom from the overwhelming web of our sticky so-called social life. I’m piecing together a real social life now, cutting free seemingly endless wires that tie me down, plug me in, and make me feel less self-reliant. When it asked me to please explain my reasoning before pressing “Deactivate,” I replied:

“Facebook, you are a time sucker. Your conveniences reduce the worth of real relationships and the importance of truly keeping in touch. You make us think we are staying connected with our friends, but in truth, the depth of each relationship maintained through your services is greatly reduced. Fuck you Facebook, I need some solitude.”

And then… I felt free.