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I quit Facebook in frustration a few months ago. I was sick of all the privacy bullshit. There was no big fanfare, just a couple of blog posts. I deactivated my account, and I was done.

At one point, it's fair to say, Facebook played a big part in how I spent my time online. But once I stepped away from Facebook, I really didn't miss it. Friends still email me. Friends still call. I chat with folks via Twitter, via Skype. I read blog posts. I see folks at the bar. My online life stayed social, despite Facebook's insinuations that people would be unable to keep in touch with me without it. (ZOMG)

I'm not too sure why I decided to return to Facebook. I guess it makes sense professionally that I pay attention to changes to the site. I guess. And so, blah, with even less fanfare than my departure, I reactivated my account at the beginning of the month.

Since then, I've returned to Facebook only a handful of times. The site holds little appeal, even though I realize it's the best way to reach a lot of old friends and family. I tried running my Facebook news feed through Tweetdeck, so that I could at least keep track of what folks were saying. But there were errors, and issues, and such.

I don't push any of my social streams into Facebook, even though I could (and maybe should). That would be rude though, as I'm not listening to what's being said there.

I should find a way to reintegrate Facebook into my life, but I just can't make myself click that "connect" or "like" button.

Audrey Watters


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