Facebook And Why I Deleted My Account

I’m done with Facebook and here’s why:

  1. It’s run its course. I truly believe Facebook has become passé. It’s old and dated and a major waste of time. I used to spend hours every week scrolling through to see who posted what. Frankly, who cares what Sally had for lunch at an expensive restaurant?
  2. I never used it anymore. See reason number one. I hadn’t logged into it in months. I deleted the app from my phone to see if I’d miss it, and surprise, surprise, I didn’t even notice that it was gone. I found other things to do.
  3. The content was distressing. It had become far too political. If it wasn’t someone screaming insanely over bullshit governmental issues that don’t affect my day-to-day existence one iota, it was some jackass posting nightmare images of abused animals to get me to support their cause of the week. All my pets have been rescue pets. I’m sorry, but I can’t save them all. I don’t need that kind of crap to give me nightmares and keep me up at night.
  4. It makes people ugly. See reason number three. Fighting with family or friends on Facebook is such a childish thing to do. Fighting with or verbally attacking strangers online is somehow much worse to me. It brings out the ugly side of normally nice people.
  5. I wanted to get off of Facebook for privacy reasons. For the same reason I’ve deleted other online accounts (LinkedIn, Yahoo, Snapchat, Google+, Tumblr, CafeMom, About.me), I just don’t want my content out there everywhere anymore. Yahoo and now Facebook have major security issues, and I was sexually harassed on Snapchat (sorry former friend of mine, I don’t need your juvenile young son sending me images of his penis, and when I emailed you to politely tell you what he was doing, I didn’t even get an apology). While it was fun at first on Facebook connecting with old friends and making new ones, I feel much safer trying to limit who sees what.
  6. I remain semi-active for now on Twitter, Goodreads, Pinterest, Instagram and WordPress. And that’s enough for me.


Image courtesy of Pinterest


I was on Snapchat until I became a victim of trolling. I didn’t use it a lot. I sent a couple of kitty snaps to my hubby. I also followed some members of my favorite rock bands on there. They posted snaps of various cities where they were touring so their snaps played like a travelogue. They were interesting. 

A week or so ago I received a friend request from a woman I used to work with, someone I hadn’t seen or spoken to in five years. With no reason not to, I accepted. 

I then began to receive a series of disjointed snaps, snaps that looked like someone was just trying to learn how to use the app. There were blurry pictures of dark haired boys who looked looked like they might’ve been some of my ex-coworker’s four sons. I didn’t respond. There wasn’t anything really to respond to. I’m not a heavy Snapchat user so I let them pass by without comment. 

The snaps kept coming. I got pictures of furniture, pictures of curtains, and the profile picture appeared to be of a young man, maybe a teen or a preteen even. 

I showed one of the snaps to a friend, and she commented, “It looks like she’s butt dialing you!” The snaps made no sense. 

I ended up unfriending the Snapchatter, hoping the senseless and relentless snaps would stop.

Last night was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I guess the user didn’t like my unfriending them. Somehow I received another chat. This one was a cartoon graphic, showing an index finger being inserted into a circled thumb and index finger on the other hand. And to be certain I knew they were simulating sex, they used their finger to draw a penis and testicles in red in the center of the screen. 

I blocked the user. When Snapchat asked why, I checked the box that said they were harassing me. I then emailed the woman I used to work with using her work email address. I told her what happened. I don’t know if it was someone she knows or if it’s just someone who hijacked her name or account. I wish I had thought to do a screen capture. I was so disgusted I closed the screen before I thought to do so.

Today I thought further about it, and I felt violated. I don’t want to be part of a platform that allows that kind-of garbage to happen. I deleted my account. 

Trolling is defined: “make a deliberately offensive or provocative online posting with the aim of upsetting someone or eliciting an angry response from them”. Yep. That’s what it is alright. It sucks.