The Abandonment of Facebook

I had a rule.  It was a simple rule.  I would join facebook only if I kept my "friends" list to people who were actually my friends, and just happened to live in other cities.  As a part time resident of Baltimore, who's closest friends are there and in Charlotte, it seemed to make sense.  Time zone issues, life issues, we just couldn't seem to get it together between texting and voicemail.  It didn't.  I'm friends with my aunt, and my kids speech language pathologist, his old teachers.  When someone wants to "friend" you (lord, do I long for the days when that was a noun) it's rude to demure.  So fuck it, I can be as pointless and profane as I like and not send my dear sweet auntie to her grave a second sooner than necessary.  And this has spellcheck.  I don't know why I don't just keep a journal, somehow this seems to have more of a cathartic kick to it and fills some not-so-latent exhibitionism.  And these days, I'm all about the catharsis, apparently I'm not enough of an exhibitionist to put my name to it.  So welcome, gentle reader, I hope this can provide some source of edification or amusement to you.