quitting facebook

"I wish I knew how to quit you." -- everyone, basically
Think before you like. A well-populated Facebook page offers an open portal into your buying persona. Once an opportunistic marketer learns which books you read, which movies you like, and which types of food you prefer, it is game on.
My life became about crafting 140 characters, where it used to be about crafting hundreds of words.
Would I be checking because I genuinely wanted to see all those pictures and status updates? Or would I be checking out of some strange obligation now that it was "allowed" again? I hadn't missed social media during my time away, so why go back?
The disappointment I felt at the thought of surrendering before I'd even started my resolution was, thankfully, more powerful than the need to check my Facebook feed. Instead, I read a magazine.
Three months ago, I decided to take a permanent FaceBreak. While I acknowledge Facebook has beneficial qualities -- the ability to share photos and stay in touch with friends and family who live far away, or receive status and event updates from groups and organizations -- it does have a dark side.
My compulsive checking had become a burden instead of a fun way to keep in touch. I wanted to live a better, more present life, and in order to do that I had to stop bombarding myself with information on how everyone else was living theirs.