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At about eight in the morning on September eighth 2010, I left Facebook, and to this day, I don’t really know why I did it. So I thought I would go through some self reflection in the public sphere to maybe work out what drove me to leave.

There are of course the superficial reasons. I really only logged on to clear out the 56 notifications of friends needing my help with their farms and criminal empires, or wanting to know which cartoon princess I was most like (I mean come on, if you don’t know that, can I really call you a friend?). There is also Facebook’s much publicized privacy blunders (what, you didn’t want your friends to pass your information on to a third party? Why didn’t you go into the privacy settings and disable this feature on your own after we activated it last month?). There was the ever changing look and feel of the interface, where you never really knew where to go, because it may have been changed overnight…

But these are just part and parcel with any big service. My gas bill changed its look too, even changed the size of paper they printed on, but I didn’t put up a fuss. I get junk mail in my mailbox daily, but I still don’t have a “Please no fliers” sign out. So what was it that was driving me out of Facebook? Why did I contemplate leaving its familiar blue trappings monthly?

To be honest, I never really wanted to enter those trappings in the first place. I don’t even remember any more the breaking point that led me to clicking sign-up. I just stopped resisting at some point. And since then, Facebook became, for the most part, a burden. And now, it isn’t a burden. If people want to contact me, they are free to email me, follow me on Twitter (which I find much more to my liking than Facebook), or send me a text message. Or call me.

Ironically, since I left Facebook I have had more contact with the friends who protested my leave the most than I did before I left. Why? Maybe because they are no longer just one of several hundred “friends.” They are actually friends, no quotes.

So there you have it. No rant on any killer feature that drove me out. I just left. Oh, and if you haven’t gathered yet, this blog is not quite dead yet. You never can tell, can you?

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