The Joy of Missing Out

It’s been two weeks now. Two weeks without Facebook.

I switched it off because of the growing realisation that it was slurping away all my free time and hurting my head with excess information and temptations.

I would like to go back to it, I think, because there’s much to like about it. But it may be that I can’t, it may be that Facebook is like white bread to me – I can’t have just little bit of white bread. If I buy a loaf, I eat a loaf. If I open Facebook, I have to scroll until I have seen all of the posts for that day and opened all of the interesting-looking links in a new tab to read later. Then click ‘Home’ to see the new posts that popped up while I was scrolling, then click on the OneTab button because it’s bed time so I can’t read the interesting things and I don’t want my browser to have to open 20 tabs in the morning.

So I’m going to keep enjoying freedom from FOMO for now, and keep enjoying the things I’m doing instead of scouring Facebook for passive edutainment. I’ve already done a lot of tidying, a lot of writing (more on that if I keep it going), a lot of exploring other ways to do things that I normally rely on Facebook for such as connecting with people and finding information.

I have not only made time and headspace, I am fostering habits of making active choices instead of RSVPing.


Back to the future

It occurred to me today that one of the difficulties of giving up old habits is how much they are your identity. Even if they’re not a part of it you like, the possibility of no longer ‘being you’ is frightening. It helps to be able to think of yourself as becoming a better version of yourself – you.2.