Today marks one week on the wagon. I won’t say I was an addict but it was a form of escape and distraction. I have to thank Ericka Clay at Creative Liar for giving me that little kick I needed. Plus I found a better distraction.
I decided to deactivate my Facebook account. I didn’t labor over the decision. I pulled the band-aid off quickly, with no hemming and hawing. One day went by and it was easy. Then a couple of days and boom it’s been a week! I don’t miss it. I don’t miss hearing about your baby’s eating habits. I don’t miss knowing that you are thankful. I don’t miss it when you proclaim to have the best girlfriend ever. I surprisingly don’t miss any of it. What is it about Facebook that turns people into big, steaming piles of turds?
All this being said, I think I have to reactivate my Facebook account. Excuse me while I choke on my words. I was at the gym last night and wanted a break from my audiobook. I tried to create a radio station on my IHeartRadio app because I can’t use my Spotify account. I can’t use my Spotify account because I log in using my Facebook credentials. From user forums it seems you must have an active Facebook account to use the Spotify service. Damn you Zuckerberg!!! I broke free of your chains.
I’m taking a deep breath and re-animating my account because I miss my music.