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Unsocial Media

So, I have recently been thinking about deleting my Facebook account. Why? Because I don't really like that my "social life" gets a program updated every four days, I don't post anything, and don't really care about what other people post. It's nothing personal, I just don't particularly think reading "bad mood" or "cereal"  is a fantastic use of my time when I could be reading books or articles about cats. Just kidding. I don't really like cats. Anyway, after thinking it over and deciding that I was going to delete my account this weekend, I came across this:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b014qsws/Afternoon_Reading_Face_It_The_Deletion/

For those of you who are reading this later or maybe don't want to click on this link, it is a story written and narrated by Laura Dockrill about how she deleted her account and then her computer started talking to her. Fiction, of course. But,  the story still managed to spark a fear in me. Some people know that when I was younger I had to go the therapy for being afraid the computer was the devil and that wasting water was going to kill me. So, naturally, I had some traumatizing flashbacks. Now I'm scared to delete my Facebook. I don't really mind being cut off, I'm usually not in the gossip loop at school anyway, but I am afraid that I am going to miss some big event or real news or something to that effect. Then again, it is Facebook. More importantly, I, being a teenage girl, am worried about what people may think if I delete my account. I'm not trying to be antisocial or snobby, I just prefer twitter and this blog and I really don't want to continue wasting my time on something I don't like.

We'll see if I do it. My guts are questionable at the moment. I'm also interested to hear if people have done this and the effects. Thoughts?

Also, I love this song. It reminds me a little bit about being the weird six year old in therapy who is afraid of computers and wasting water. And I'm teaching myself how to play it on the piano. It's called "Obsessions" by Marina and the Diamonds

Abby, Absolute Wannabe

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