Friday, August 9, 2013

Done with Facebook

You may or may not have noticed, we ditched Facebook for good some six weeks ago. Resisting the ultimate temptation to simply log in an reactivate the account turned out to be a bit like giving up smoking.

The first day is easy, and it gets harder as the days go by. Eventually, you start to feel like "ah, c'm on, just one won't hurt". That one is the day that separates the boys from the men.

We made it past it, and have not looked back since. Their crappy user interface does not haunt us in our dreams either.

Turns out, no one needs Facebook.

Okay, that sentence was brought to you by someone who walks the half mile to the nearest supermarket and schleps full grocery bags back. Which either makes us strange folks altogether or something of the jar heads of consumerism: it ain't good if it don't hurt a little.

The Proud, the Few, the Walking shoppers.

To be honest, the real reason for walking to the store and back is that we feel it justifies the extra bar of chocolate.

Which, in terms of calories, is about as rational as the NSA parsing - but not inhaling - the contents of the emails from family and friends out of the States.


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