Bye-bye, Facebook

I decided to delete my facebook account today.  I don’t do much on it, but kept it open to keep track of friends who don’t regularly send out Christmas cards or keep me apprised of addresses when they move.  But it’s easy to lurk, spending some time each day checking up on my friends who are much more active.  Now that life’s getting pretty busy around here I decided it was high time to streamline.

But Facebook doesn’t want me to leave.

I knew it was creepy, but now I’m really creeped out.  In selecting my reasons for leaving, little notes would suddenly appear, assuring me that no, it was indeed a safe place to be if you adjusted your settings or no, there need be no reason for it to suck up your time.  Creepy.

And even when deleting I had to log back in (for which it thanked me!) to choose another option to make sure my account was permanently deleted . . . which will take place in two weeks, in case I change my mind between now and then.

I couldn’t have come up with a better way of ensuring that I would run away as fast as I could.

Erin