Day 13

I'm still not completely free of the impulse to log into Facebook.  I catch myself reaching for my phone, with an intent to check Facebook, before I remember that I deactivated my account.  And when I type in websites to visit online, I often find myself absent-mindedly typing in "facebook.com", although I always catch and correct myself before it's too late!

As I was going through my friend list, before I left Facebook, in order to record and remember peoples' birthdays, I was struck by just how many people I'm friends with on Facebook, who were actually not nice to me as a child.  These are people who either never spoke to me, or were mean to me when we did interact.  Why on Earth would these people want to be friends with me on Facebook?  Do they actually care about me and what's going on in my life?  And why did I bother to accept their friend requests?  Did I think I was somehow being the bigger person, more mature?

People from camp are the biggest culprit.  People who never even said two words to me when I was a camper in their edah found me and friended me on Facebook.  We still never speak, and I can't imagine that they are all that interested in what I have to share.  If and when I reactivate my Facebook account, I will have to do a thorough cleanse of the negative people in my Facebook world, keeping just those who truly care about me on my list of friends.