This is the second in a short series of posts about Facebook and why I’m choosing to leave.
As I’ve mentioned to people recently that I was going to delete my Facebook account, I am usually greeted with something like “I just never use mine, but I like knowing it’s there.” I know that people aren’t deleting their accounts, but that doesn’t mean that they’re not going to start leaving in hordes (if “leaving” is defined by neglect.)
I’ll be the first to admit that I was a little bit resistant to Facebook at first. But like all those who started college in/around 2004, I still joined in the “glory days” when it was for college students only. It was an amazing way to keep track of the heaps of people you meet in the first semesters at school.
This is going to sound conceited, but the fact that I’m self aware somehow makes me think that it alleviates the narcissism. I like to think of myself as an early adopter, on the forefront of all things software. I generally jump on the beta wagon with very few people pushing. Those of you who know me will recollect me evangelizing unstable beta software tool that’s “changed my life” on a monthly basis. I feel that part of being a trailblazer is not simply knowing when something new and significant is about to land; but also knowing when something has run its course.