It’s coming up on a year since I dumped my Facebook account. The first few weeks post-Facebook were a bit odd, having had the habit of checking the site multiple times a day over the past several years, and seeing regular feedback on my posts. But over time, I slowly came to appreciate the freedom of not directing my attention towards checking my account continually.

I think I finally knew I was cured when this past summer, upon clicking a link on some other web page, it took me to a Facebook page. I couldn’t access the content since I no longer have an account, but my initial reaction in seeing that old familiar blue bar across the top of the pages was, “Ew.”

I do miss knowing what’s going on in peoples’ lives – I’m pretty out of the loop nowadays. But – particularly with all the political ridiculousness ratcheting up within both political parties – I’m ever so glad not to have to wade though all that excrement, and watch people that I like become people that I really don’t like.

And so I’ll be content to post here on occasion. As far as I know, nobody actually reads this blog. But it’s a good exercise for me to process and formulate my thoughts, so I’ll continue to do so. I feel good knowing I’m no longer feeding info into Facebook’s dossier on me (and my life, family, health, etc.) via posts and “private” messages on their platform. And I’ll continue to relish my memories of folks prior to our current era of political insanity.