Deleting Facebook and restoring life

I deleted the Facebook two weeks ago. I bought an iphone two days ago. I am glad that I deleted the Facebook, before I bought the iphone. I could see some serious issues coming up if I still had the Facebook and the iphone. 

I noticed a lot of problems that arose within myself over the four years I had Facebook. I was jealous. I was able to breed that jealousy to a distinct low by surfing through the photos, success stories and marriage proposal updates that appeared on my Facebook everyday. 

I kept telling myself, "you'll get rid of Facebook as soon as ... " or "you need Facebook, you're a Comms major, its inevitable." 

It wasn't inevitable, it was destructive. It took away my time, creativity, and love for those around me. Facebook gave me a life, only to take it away by sucking me into, making Facebook the central focus of every aspect, every facet of my life. 

Who created Facebook? Who ran Facebook? Some guy name Mark Zuckerburg. Was I now letting some punk kid run my life? He must feel extremely powerful.

I was giving everyone access to my photos, my friends, my personal thoughts and feelings. The mystery of my life ... oh wait, there was no mystery. And the mystery of those I didn't communicate with any longer wasn't a mystery either. 

I thought at first that I liked this. And I did. I loved it when I was single. It gave the shy girl the ability to open up to others and get dates, lots of dates. But I found myself depending on it for excitement, depending on it to get to know others and I found that it kept disappointing me. 

Why? 

Because you really can't get to know a person through Facebook. I mean, you can get to know their ego, get to know what about them they like the most ... since that is the only thing they're going to post. But you can't get to know them as an individual. 

I began to see people as a downward or upward comparison. They were either better than me and I secretly hated them or they were worse off than me and I felt sorry for them. 

I didn't want to feel this way. I didn't want others to feel this way about me. 

So, I took myself away to save myself and yourself from the jealousy or pity that I create within you and you created within myself.

Some would point out that Facebook doesn't affect them, that they have no special ties to it ... but those are men, and they lack emotion anyway.