Hey Facebook, make me a sandwich on the way out.

2/8/13
I closed my Facebook account a week or so ago (http://blogs.denverpost.com/techknowbytes/2013/02/05/pew-internet-1-5-online-adults-broken-facebook/8151/)
and I survived. Feels nice, a little less encumbered, a little more mature (okay that's an outright lie). I want to say it was because of privacy issues, or not having enough to say, or maybe jealousy of everyone else's vacation posts, but the truth is I don't exactly know why I did it. There was no big "hasta la vista, baby" moment. I had been thinking about it because it seemed irrelevant lately. Yes I know I still Tweet, but that requires less involvement (hmmmm...note that for my therapist). 140 characters and boom I'm out. Don't need to have a photo library, "liked" pages, events...etc. just scroll through the list, see something I want to re post or comment on and, zip, there it goes.
Facebook always seemed a bit creepy to me deep down. It was something the kids started that the adults had to get in on so they could seem young and in touch with that generation. I will never be accused of being young, hip, in-touch with, or....well, lots of other things that are considered "cool" (which my Son constantly reminds me no one "cool" ever says...dammit! I did it again). I promise you, try having a teenager and a Facebook account and you will feel just this side of pathetic. Whats worse is trying to message or comment on Facebook, telling your child you did, and having them respond in monotone fashion that DRIVES YOU CRAZY "yeah, no one uses Facebook anymore." Ugh.
Every time I saw some article or news segment about privacy issues with using Facebook, I would think to myself "self, (yes, I really do say "self") maybe it's not the right idea to put all that stuff out there. It's not anymore embarrassing than what you do in person, but maybe you are past that type of behavior. Maybe it's time to become an a....a....adullllllt." NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. But yes. That seems to be it. I felt creepy all of a sudden, like I was stalking peoples lives. People I honestly would be not better or worse for keeping up with. I had cell numbers and email addresses of the people that really DO matter, and lets face it, my "hey lets all get together for drinks and party it up" days are behind me. With the exception of a ultra-fine group of nerd/cool kids (dammit!) I get to see in Vegas once a year (Yes Raffi, Chris, and Steph that means you!), my "partying" moments are pretty low key. Couple of bottles...I mean glasses...of wine and some good conversation. The way I would imagine real adults behave.
I thought I would back peddle and rejoin Facebbok. To read their little "you have 14 days before your account is permanently deleted" confirmation e-mail you can almost see that Cheshire grin that says "go ahead...try to quit....we know you'll be back" but I actually don't miss it at all. I thought I'd feel like Chandler in that Friends episode ("I want to quit the gym!") not able to actually make it happen, but it turns out I am more like my Son than I care to admit. When I got the final deletion notice from Facebook, I was all "Meh...whatever."