I am something of a rarity in the Millennial generation; I am not on Facebook, Myspace, or any other social network. Approximately three fourths of Millennials are on the grid, leaving me disconnected from a large portion of my peers.
I have not always been so hopelessly out of touch. I had a Facebook profile for nearly three and a half years until I deleted it last November.
It is amazing how much time a profile can eat up. I would log on, check status updates, comment on a friend’s wall, maybe have a quick conversation on FB chat and there goes ten minutes. But it doesn’t end there. I would go back about every hour, or less depending on my will to procrastinate, and check to see if there were any changes, any new comments for me to read. By the end of the day it could eat up an hour of my life.
I was a relatively light user — I know people who spend hours flipping through pictures and following the latest online drama or scandal. Entire lives are lived on Facebook, separate from the ones we live off-line.
Facebook is state-of-the-art procrastination technology. It is so easy to mindlessly click through profiles and pictures. Shortly after I deactivated my profile I went through what I call “update withdrawal.” I became so accustomed to a constant stream of new information and communication I craved it like you would a cigarett or a morning cup of coffee.
I cannot say I miss Facebook. Granted, I am less connected to my peers than they are to each other and staying connected with old friends has become just a little bit more difficult. But I like to think that being unplugged has returned me to an outdated time when people were people — not profiles — and more of my communication is done face to face.