One Month and then Some

January 1st was the last time I posted directly onto Facebook. I still have my blog set up to post automatically on my timeline for some of my readers who get notifications there, but otherwise, I have not been using Facebook. I have checked the platform maybe half a dozen times, and none of those sessions were any longer than a few minutes.

In the last month, I have steadily weaned myself off the dependence of the site. There are many, many more reasons to stay off it than there are to return. The first two to three weeks were incredibly hard. I know it sounds silly, but I think it was a lot like what people who have quit smoking tell me their experience has been.

You don’t know what to do with your hands, for one.

I would find myself bouncing from app to app on my phone to kill time. TikTok, Facebook, Instagram, email. It was my daily ritual of catching up with others, getting that dopamine dump to propel you into the morning as you waited for the caffeine to work. Remove one of those elements and you are all out of sorts for a while.

You know something that actually hits worse for a dopamine rush? Jig-saw puzzles. I’ve been working on a 1,000 piece puzzle for the last week. I haven’t worked on a puzzle in probably thirty years. I realize now that I become a little obsessed with them. There is that trickle of reward, the dopamine microdose you chase. And before you know it, it’s 3:20am and your eyes are throbbing.

After two weeks, it got a little easier. The few times I did check Facebook I realized there was nothing I wanted to see there anyway. I read books. I wrote. I didn’t write on my blog because I was working through some stuff and rather than pontificate here, I decided to just give myself a break.

At week three, I got Covid. I was pretty sick for a couple days. Body aches, stuffy head, fever, cough. But everything I catch turns into a cough. Thanks, asthma! I rounded the corner after a couple days and I believe my vaccines kept me from getting worse. Why the hell not? The same people who probably created the damn virus helped create the vaccines, so I’m sure they are effective. The other day I went to the clinic in town for my allergy shots and a couple people wandered in looking like Death. They all had Covid. Omicron hit my town like a sack of oranges to the face.

The brain fog (Covid Brain) has been the worst part. But I’m over it now. It could have been a lot worse.

This time of year has been rough as long as I can remember due to the isolation and weather. It has been cold. And there are only so many books you can read or puzzles you can work out. I went to Dutch Bros. in Ft. Collins for my monthly Dutch sticker and my Americano. And of course some grocery shopping. It was nice to get out of town and lucky for me the only time the remnants of Covid still bother me is when I have to talk for a while or wear a mask. So I was happy to spend most of the day driving alone, just thinking through some things in life and enjoying being out of the house for once.

I have all sorts of plans, and I just need to keep my butt in the chair and work towards my goals. That’s the hard part sometimes. Today was a day that just sorta got away from me. It was 11:45am before I realized I hadn’t eaten anything yet and I hadn’t even had coffee much less showered. I was in a good place though. I felt centered. Present. Breathing easy. Lighter.

I think Facebook has exacerbated all sorts of unhealthy impulses. We keep up with the Joneses. We see everyone else’s finished, polished lives and we are ourselves working on a first draft. We see our regrets and what we don’t have and that hurts as bad as the microdosing of dopamine felt good. Peeking in on other people’s lives and wondering why yours isn’t that great. It inflames depression and anxiety.

Fear of Missing Out. Damn, you feel so alone.

At four and a half weeks (and a couple days in February now), I can say that like the city, I don’t miss much about Facebook. It’s more than a waste of time. It’s more like looking for that piece of the puzzle until 4 in the morning and not being able to sleep because if you just scroll a little bit longer, everything you hate about your life will feel that much better. Only your dog probably ate that piece of the puzzle and you just keep looking for it like a schmuck. You keep chasing that rush and it’s never any good. It just reminds you of how much better things should be, but you are wasting your time on an app instead of building a future that you will be happy with.

My blogging here isn’t much better. I really don’t want to broadcast my life like I had been doing, but my subscription auto-renewed and I’m out $96 for the year. So I might as well keep plugging away here. Besides, it’s a good place to just air my thoughts sometimes and it’s always good to hear from friends and other readers who stop by. I might live in the mountains, but I’m still not a total recluse! I’m just at that point in my life when I am tired of wasting my time on empty things. And sometimes I come back a year or two later and read what I have said and see how far I have come in life.

I’ll be curious to see what the next few months has in store for me. I honestly am beginning to feel the healthiest that I have in a long time, mentally that is. My worries are just worries. They aren’t amplified in an echo chamber and ignored by “friends” or compared with or validated by “likes.” It’s just life. You get over it.

4 thoughts on “One Month and then Some

  1. Ahhh. Getting rid of FB. Did that years ago and never looked back. Hopefully this year will have awesome things in store for you… You have the freedom to make your blog into whatever you want. Go outside and take a picture and post it. It can be whatever you want it to be. And for however long. No rules.

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