Another benefit of not having a Facebook account is that dinners with extended family are so much better.
I don’t know about any cousin’s conspiracy theory beliefs.
Neither do I know about interpersonal drama between aunts.
There is joy in obliviousness.
It’s great to think about the best of people instead of knowing about their worst.
When you delete your Facebook account, you truly discover how much of your day was just filled with noise and bullshit.
I mean, I think people who use Facebook already know.
But once you get rid of it, it’s shocking how different your day is once you no longer scroll through that meaningless claptrap.
Yes, there’s the occasional good thing on Facebook. But to be real, all the negativity and fluff doesn’t make up for the good.
No longer checking Facebook feels good.