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14 Days to Freedom

I just submitted my request to delete my Facebook account.

There's a 14 day waiting period (in case you change your mind). I don't think I will. I think if I was going to change my mind about it, I would have chosen the 'Deactivate' option...it's less 'permanent.'

Honestly...there was just a little too much bullshit floating around on Facebook for me lately.

And, it's quite possible I had a mild Facebook addiction going on. At first it started out of boredom. But when it gets to the point that the first thing you do when you wake up...the first thing you do when you come home from work...then 4 hours later wondering where the evening has gone and all you've done is look at dumb ass 'magnets' with half shitty self-deprecating quotes...then its time to change.

My friends...my real friends (not my 'Facebook Friends') will know how to get in touch with me...call, text, or email me. Or make their way here.  And that's cool.

That's the way it should be. No one really needs to know that I just took a crap and lost 4 pounds.

If you want inspiration....come here...or hit up one of my other blogs (which will be getting updated a LOT more often).

I'd hate to think that the quality of my life will do anything but improve as a result of this change.

The downside? I'm gonna have a bitch of a time remembering birthdays.

:-)

-A.T.

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Todd S. said…
Big step for me, but feels like the right one.

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