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There's More to Life than Facebook

I started my Facebook in 2007. I remember that I "stumbled" upon it when I received an email from Photobucket, a photo hosting site that I used way back when. I was invited to take a look at the newest kid in the social media arena. Curious, I made my way there and signed up for an account. In 2007, people were still using MySpace, Friendster, Multiply. None of my friends or family have heard of Facebook. I introduced FB to them but got disinterested responses.  It was all very quiet on the Facebook front.

Nowadays, most everyone with an internet connection is on Facebook. Everyone and his dog. People share anything and everything. Pranks, memes, chain mail-like posts (ooooh, I absolutely detest those), OOTD, stuff that I don't need to see or know, even orchestrated prayer brigades. Facebook simply exploded. In time, I slowly stepped back because it became too much. I almost deleted my account but I held back, only because it is now the preferred way of communication of people I know and those who matter. While I appreciate Facebook Messenger, I have basically turned my back on the majority of Facebook's features. 


If not Facebook, what then occupies my time on the digital network? Well, there's Ravelry which is a megalopolis of handcrafters, most notably of the fiber kind. I swear I can't get past a day without logging in to my account. I joined Ravelry in 2010 (hey, there's a 10-year old moment right there!) and I credit my knitting addiction to it. I could lose myself browsing patterns and lovely things other knitters have done. And then there is Instagram. True, Instagram is part of the Facebook family but it is aesthetically more pleasing. And most of my so-called "friends" on Facebook aren't there.  YouTube is also an escape. That's where I learned how to knit, continue studying Nihongo, plan our travel itineraries. It is an inexhaustible supply of information and I love it.


While I am grateful to Facebook for giving me a few years of entertainment, I am glad to say that I am not consumed by it. I can see myself bidding it adieu in the not so distant future

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