I don't remember how I came up with the Facebook idea — but I knew my habit had gotten bad. In any bored moment, I'd hit the home button to see if there were any little notification flags. Even if there weren't, I'd go to my own profile page. My self-confidence was not at its highest point, after some professional challenges, and one way I took solace was through image — in thinking that I looked good or my life looked exciting and social from the outside.
Facebook, naturally, didn't want to lose my copious page views and time-on-site. When I chose the "temporarily close my account" option, it literally asked, "Are you sure?" The next page showed pictures of my friends and me having fun. "Dillon will miss you. Melissa will miss you. Lisa will miss you," it said. Clever devil, that Zuckerberg.
I signed off on Fat Tuesday at midnight. The first eight hours were easy (I slept). But I knew things were going to get tough the next morning when I felt compelled to count down the hours left in Lent. Eight down; 1,072 to go.
I'm not sure what I think about giving up Facebook for Lent. I don't think I like the idea, simply because it cuts you off from people and I don't think that's a good thing. Nevertheless, it's an interesting piece.