I have stopped being a facebooker. I have signed out. Given it up for taking too much of my valuable time. So that's it, I am an ex-facebooker. Goodbye facebook. Farewell and adieu. Forever. You will no longer hold me prisoner. I have escaped your grasp at last. No longer do I have to read things I don't want to read. See things I don't want to see. I will never again have to become ridiculously annoyed or irritated because someone has put something up telling me how I should or should not behave. Or how I should feel about certain things. Or have someone tell me, a been there seen it, done it several times around the block 67 year old bloke yet another thing I first learned many years ago. I can now stop accepting as friends people who I do not know, simply because I am too gentlemanly and don't want to hurt their feelings. People who after I have accepted their friend request either immediately start to annoy me, or disappear and are never seen again but I know they are there stalking my life yet disclosing nothing of there own. Oh, what a relief it is to no longer be held in facebooks thrall.
I have de-activated my account. It seems one cannot delete it entirely. I am still there somewhere but hidden from sight. I could if I so desired re-activate very easily. This isn't such a bad thing because although it is only 24 hours since I left facebook, I am missing it a bit. Quite a lot actually.
One more quick look couldn't do any harm could it? One more look? Where is the harm in that? After all, it's not as though I'm a facebook addict. Good heavens no! Not me.