to facebook, or not to facebook?

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Apparently, that is the question. 

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Recently, I've been noticing a rise in the number of inquiries regarding the deactivation of my Facebook account which strategically took place in the beginning of the summer. Specifically, friends, family, and neighbors are wondering when (and presumptuously, not if) I will be reactivating my account and joining the rest of the modern world. As socially unorthodox as my decision to deactivate was, I'd like to make a public statement that I stand (er, technically sit) resolute behind my decision. Instead of writing a comprehensive list of all the marvelously stimulating and fruitful things I've accomplished with the large intervals of time that have newly opened up in my schedule since the fall of Facebook in my life, I've decided to dust off my Microsoft Paint skills and illustrate the following: 

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See what I mean folks? I don't want to grow up to be a Facebook potato. 

It's noteworthy to mention that you could very feasibly replace the 'Facebook' label on the graph with video games, crack, Myspace, online Texas Hold 'Em, Sudoku, reality television, and all other forms of recreational indulgences, and the graph would still hold true. I say this from experience. Except, I haven't really experimented with crack. But one can only imagine. 

Although, I must admit that I feel a form of transference has taken place over the months -- instead of signing onto Facebook I find myself powerless over the urge to check my Gmail account 37 times a day. 

Not gonna lie though, there's no sensation like a notification. 

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P.S. I give it another two months. Tops. 

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