March 9, 2015
It’s two weeks since I pressed the button and deleted my Facebook account. It’s still sitting there, currently marked as “suspended” and will be for another 20 days or so until finally, hopefully, it is removed. I was going to wait until then to post about the process but now feels like a good time.
I’ve thought about doing it for a little while and a few things added up to the end result of me deciding to go. Amongst those were the following.
I saw Aral Balkin speak at Nine World last summer and it set a lot of thoughts rumbling, thought they were mostly about business models for my side projects, but it planted a seed. A seed that noodled about in my brain for the best part of a year.
A brilliant piece by Salim Virani popped up in my twitter stream and really rang a bell. it’s detail and the thought that had gone into Sal leaving made me realise how much he must have wanted to leave, because the process is not trivial.
So I got home, did the very minimum to get my data out and pressed delete before I lost my bottle. Then I emailed everybody who’s details I’d extracted to tell them I’d left and where to find me.
As a work colleague and self confessed grumpy man pointed out to me today “Who’d have thought leaving a website was such a big deal. Imagine, “bloody hell, I’ve logged out of eBay!” being a big thing”. He’s right. Leaving a website shouldn’t be a big thing, but leaving Facebook feels more like a death in the family at the moment. I’m over exaggerating, but I’ve been astounded at the rollercoaster.
So far, other than a bunch of birthdays (another think I forgot to export) I don’t think I’ve missed out on anything (parties etc) but then who knows, you don’t know what you don’t know. I have noticed my Twitter usage has gone up dramatically and I’ve logged back into a social network I only dipped into occasionally almost every day. It’s also lead me to thinking about how I got get what FB gave me, without FB.comments powered by Disqus