Leaving Facebook

This is my first week back from Mexico and I had intended to write about some adventures there. But I’ll be leaving FB Tuesday, Dec. 17 (tomorrow at this time of writing) and that’s drawn a little bit of interest so let me address that first.

Wednesday, we enter Mexico. :] Which was glorious

“Why are you leaving FB” is the unspoken question behind most of the messages reaching me. Slightly behind is “especially if you are staying on Instagram.” Just after that is “I understand, and I think about leaving too.” Rarely is there a drawn out discussion (which is a nice thing, don’t get me wrong).

So here are a few points to consider that factored into my decision. I’m not going to link to any of the online sources for these; if you google they will come up first page. I don’t need to tell you to ignore responses from FB/META, right? Those are either how-tos or persuasion. Look for data crunching firms. I recommend a report called “detailing the delete FB phenomenon.”

  1. Data crunchers have investigated who is leaving FB and why in some depth over the past few years. I am actually in the second-largest age category leaving. Leading the leave wave are millennials. Gen X runs a fairly distance second. Why they are dropping the big F falls into several categories.

Privacy is a big deal for all of us. If you want to give yourself points to ponder, watch a TED talk by Yuval Noah Harari about big data (and follow it with Cathy O’Neil and Zeynep Tufekci).

Probably the biggest factor I considered was “what will publishers say.” While I was in Mexico, I literally direct-sold a book to a popular press; meanwhile my agent is shopping around in the New Year a book about Hurricane Helene, co-authored by the amazing Roxy Todd (Radio IQ). Facebook threads and Appalachian American groups provided a lot of data about actions and reactions to the hurricane once the initial rush of do-gooders left. Would I be closing myself off from a source of marketing (something publishers tend to take pretty seriously) and a resource for attitude information?

Nah, said the agent I spent time with in Mexico. I was there with a group called Wayfaring Writers (you can google them too; they are a lot of fun to travel with) and the agent was there to answer just such questions as mine: will my agent and publishers drop me if I get off FB?

She gave a nuanced response: not if you leave FB. If you leave all of them, quite possibly. But you can protect your privacy more strongly on more nimble platforms. Explore your Instagram account. Same source, different vibe and easier to be self-caring.

So I need to learn other social media platforms, and that’s not exactly “I hate Zuck and all he stands for” so much as “I can only do three things at once.” It’s just that pragmatic.

And I don’t like how FB sucks me into watching reels of sad little animal rescues, or entices me to look at “behind the scenes” moments in the making of movies. Apparently, META knows these are my weak points. I didn’t know until I found myself doing them over and over, and the “behind the scenes” stories are so shallow and silly, I stopped doing that out of frustration at the click-without-treat-reward. And wondered just how deeper into Pavlovian territory we could go with me as a lab rat. What button will we push for a treat? This is not a question I am prepared to have asked about myself, a sentient being made in the image of a loving God.

Finally, I want my time back. My phone informs me I spend about 3 hours a day on it. Granted some of that is active working of something or other – a network, a plan, actual stuff that produces results. But a lot of it is that infamous doomscrolling. I told myself that doomscrolling was fun, that I WANTED to do it and it was self-care and relaxation.

Mmmhmm. Everybody has to answer that question for ourselves, and your answer belongs to you. When I dug past the first layer of “leave me alone, I’m enjoying this cat video,” I came up with my own response to “is this relaxation or conditioning?” I’m not saying anyone else would reach the same conclusion, or for the same reasons. Y’all decide for yourselves.

So, am I going to miss it? I think so. FB let me be friends (deep, meaningful friends) with a plethora of people across the country, particularly on two lists of similar life experience groups, one for canning, one for leading non-profits. The depth of the relationships I’ve made there might be ironically reinforced by how many of those people reached out to ensure we had each others’ contacts before I disappeared from their easy viewpoints.

Those are the salient points. Everybody makes their own decisions about how they spend their time. There are many other factors to consider, and that article above touches on several. But their biggest find that resonated with me? Of the people surveyed about leaving FB, not a single one reported being unhappy with their decision a year later. They reported increased personal happiness, mostly from strengthened personal relationships and mastery of casual hobbies.

I can find another source for cat videos, and the people who want to keep up with me are reaching out. It feels real, not reel.

Red Flower Blossoms

Several years ago, when Jack and I were still running our bookstore in Big Stone, the Asian restaurant a block away got robbed at gunpoint.

Red Flower Restaurant was the place everyone went when making supper was too much to manage. The “we didn’t plan on not planning” solution with cheap, filling, moderately healthy tasty food, served fast.

You don’t really pay attention to a fixture until it breaks. When Red Flower closed suddenly for a couple of days, word went around the town. A couple men entered the place, pointed a gun at the preschooler son of the owners, and told his mother the cashier that she would give them all the money on the premises, or they would shoot the kid.

This is not the Red Flower buffet

So they left with all the cash, and the family took a couple of days to recover. From one small business to another, recognizing also the difficulty of running a small business as immigrants in a small town (Jack got nasty notes from people from time to time about how he should “go back to Ireland and leave the jobs to the real Americans”) I did a thing.

I took a few sheets of paper taped together, wrote in red sharpie WE STAND WITH RED FLOWER across the top, and made a bunch of signature lines on the left and comment spaces on the right. Taped it to their window and left it there.

The thing filled with sweet signatures and comments within a day. “We love you!” “You are in our thoughts and prayers” “We couldn’t do without you” and “So glad you are okay” variants soon covered the paper and people had stuck a few more sheets up.

No one was nasty. That was more than a decade ago. People hold onto their own, right, be it community members or values? At the time, I never thought about what might have happened, had someone decided to be mean to the Red Flower family. Everyone was so sorry for what happened.

Now, would I repeat that? In this weird America where allegations of racism follow a certain political party to the point of stopping all conversation, where the ability to be friends with someone depends on whether they acknowledge the rights of your other friends, where virtue signaling has become a cutthroat competitive sport, would I do that again?

I don’t know. Herein lies the rub. People are still who they were, but some feel empowered and others repressed. Given a chance, given the same situation, would people still show sweetness?

I don’t know. Would I be afraid to try that again? Probably. Does that make me smarter, older, wiser, or part of the problem? I don’t know.

Are we still nice to each other, when push comes to gunpoint and people need reassurance? I don’t know. Does the fact that I would be afraid to do that now mean something?

Yeah, it does. But what does it mean?

I don’t know.