Day: 3.
Last Login: 3 weeks, 2 days, 6 hours, 14 minutes and 32 seconds.
Mood: Alice In Wonderland.
Dear Diary,
Things have started to get weird. I think I have snapped. I have started imagining things. Things that cant possibly be true. Can my boss actually be a vampire? It all fits. Cold demonic eyes? Yes. Drinking blood? Yes. (Although when I questioned her, she said a strawberry smoothie) Sucks the life right out of you? Yes. Maybe that's just all management? Maybe I am creating my own memes in my head? Who knows the truth of it. Will keep you updated on the Vampire boss, if she doesn't get to me first. Wish me luck.
Day:2.
Last Login: ??
Mood: Lonely.
Dear Diary,
Dear anyone. Is anyone out there? I feel so alone. Where are you guys? Has anything happened recently? I mean yeah I could watch the news but there doesn't seem to be a cat segment? Or new memes? There is just like....News and stuff. Its so depressing. I miss the light hearted relief of Facebook news. I miss the annoying views of my annoying Facebook friends. I have been talking to the boyfriend more, still trying to figure out his mood. I find myself staring into space...my hands at my side. Just hanging there. They look so sad. I don't know whether the world has continued. I hope so. I hope so.
Day:1.
Last Login: A lifetime ago.
Mood: Gollum
Dear Diary,
Today has been hell. What was happening on Facebook?? All I see when I look around me is people on their phones, staring down laughing at their crotch. I should put that as my status. No Alice! Resist! What was I missing? Was their a new cute dog GIF going around? Did that girl I knew 6 years ago have her baby? WHAT WAS HAPPENING??? The notifications have increased. There is two now. Maybe someone is in trouble and they need help? Yes Alice sure, their first port of call would be to send you a notification on Facebook. Get a grip woman. I need someone to slap me. I have thought of so many funny things today, but there was nobody to hear them. I felt like standing at the front of the bus and announcing one, I don t think people are ready for that yet. My cats didn't appear to be that interested either in what I had to say. I am an interesting person aren't I? YOU like me don't you? DON'T YOU? I need help. My partner will be able to offer some support I'm sure. Before I even started talking about my day he tells me...”I've joined Facebook...why is your eye twitching? Alice?” Why? Why is my eye twitching? If I cant have precious no one can. Is he effing serious? This is it, I cant, I need to know what was happening. I took out my phone, and pressed the app. Somehow, my thumb missed that familiar button. And again. I put the phone down on the table. Clearly a higher power was at work now, a power that needed me to stay off on Facebook. To do something more with my time. This is the moment I decided to take up smoking. No I jest... Well lets see how the rest of the week goes. Gollum needs his rest now.
Day: 1.
Last Login: 15 hours ago.
Mood: Scared.
Dear Diary,
I am at lunch now. Work has kept me pretty distracted so far so that has been good. I am on break now though. Break-times for me would usually consist of me sitting on my phone, reading for the latest status's that I may have missed. But I'm not allowed today. No Alice must stay away from Facebook. So what options does that leave me with? I was going to have to...talk to real people. People that were mere feet away. They could touch me if they wanted to. I decided to try and brave it in the canteen. I gently opened the door and it gave out a loud creak. Faces greeted me. Some had welcoming smiles. In those smiles, was the remnants of their lunch. Their green leafy lunch smiling at me. I stood at the door, unsure how to greet these people. They stared at me. I stared back. My first reaction came. It was a smile. Good. Good reaction Alice. Try and mimic their emotions. Their eyes screamed “ Join us” as their smiles started to dwindle. With great trepidation I clutched my lunch to my chest as I walked to take a seat opposite one of them. They carried on with their lunch, so I started unpacking my sandwich and crisps. This wasn't too bad. They didn't seem to be interacting with each other. Good. This is good. I relaxed and started eating my lunch when suddenly one of them started talking to the others about a particular article they were scrolling, sorry reading through in one of the magazines. “What do you think, Alice?” Shit. What do I say? “ERM...I like this” is all I could manage. It seemed to be an okay answer. Good. Well done Alice, you interacted with someone. Talking to people was difficult. They didn't wear their life on a necklace round their neck. I had no idea how they were feeling or what was going on in their head. How on earth did we manage this without Facebook? I'm scared.
Day:1.
Last login: 11 hours.
Mood: Groggy.
Dear diary,
This is going to be tougher than I thought. I've just woken up and the first thing I thought of doing was checking Facebook. Before I even pee'd. One eye wasn't even open properly. There I was lying horizontally on my bed, still drooling onto my pillow, with my thumb hovering over my phone with no place to go. I wonder what that notification is for? Did someone like my last status? It was pretty funny, I deserve likes. Oh God, its started already.
I managed to resist. I must stay strong.
Day: 0.
Last login: 4 minutes ago.
Mood: Pretty positive.
Dear diary,
It's Sunday, 20:21.
I've decided to give up Facebook. I recently read somewhere that the key to happiness in life is apparently not being a member of Facebook. Who knew? So I am going to give it a go and see if the key to happiness isn't through inner peace, but is actually through not being a member of the Facebook massive. If only someone had told Buddha? The plan is to see if I can give it up for a week, maybe longer? Just wish I hadn't left such a good status, I can already see a notification! It can't be that tough surely? I'm far too addicted to that little "f" app on my phone, probably will find myself with loads of time on my hands now! Well I'll keep you updated.
Two weeks ago today, I gave up something that took up a lot of my time. Something I was very fond of. I would spend a huge chunk of my day browsing through everything it had to offer. Why would I give something like this up you ask? Well...because it DID take up too much of my time! I lost hours of my day by going on...Facebook. We have all been there, first off we start by looking at our profiles, then to a friends, then to one of their friends and before we knew it we have delved so deeply into that friends past that we could tell them their own family history. Its not just that though. Something funny pops up on our feed, we click the photo, oh look there's more photos to scroll through! Yet again, before we know it, its been three days since that first cat photo.
I have been an avid Facebook user since 2006, and with each new and updated phone I got, my obsession grew, and yes it was an obsession. I would wake up and the first thing I would do would be to check Facebook, before even saying good morning to my boyfriend. Sometimes I didn't even realise I was doing it, it was like my hands had a mind of their own, I would reach for my phone in the middle of watching a film or eating dinner, or talking to people. The thing that made it worse though was that 99% of the time absolutely nothing had happened since the last time I checked it. My boyfriend would always moan about me on my phone and at the time I didn't see the problem with it. I was still spending time with him wasn't I? No, of course I wasn't. I was in my own little bubble laughing at the latest meme or watching someone have an argument with their next door neighbours best friends dog.
So it has been two weeks now. The longest I have ever been away from Facebook. What have I noticed so far? My boyfriend seems to be an interesting guy...should get to know him more. I joke, although I do feel like we do spend more time together, we talk more, and I share more with him, where as before anything that would have happened to me I would put all over Facebook, sometimes before I had even told him what I had done that day. Will I go back to it? At this point, I'm not sure. I am over that initial OMG what the hell is happening on Facebook stage, and to be honest I don't really feel like I miss it at all. Sure I don't know all the little details about someone's break up, or what that guy had for lunch... but I'm still going, the world is still turning.
I have written a series of diary type entries that I will be posting over the coming days. This is where I have documented how I have been feeling over that first and second week, there may be a SLIGHT exaggeration in my entries, I'm not entirely crazy.
