Nope, still not missing it. In case you were wondering.
One thing I feared I’d miss on leaving Facebook was the occasional clever content. Events, ideas and happenings that people posted online, that I wanted in my world.
But thankfully, friendships can exist outside of social media. Who knew!?
Back in my Facebook days, if a friend saw something that they thought I’d like, they’d tag me in the comments to let me know. “@naomibulger,” they’d type, and then move on.
These days, my friends write me letters, they send me texts, they send emails. They write, “Hi how are you? I saw this on FB and thought of you. Let’s catch up soon!”
And I write back. “Oh wow that’s interesting, thanks for thinking of me. I’m well, how are you guys? Coffee next week?”
It’s so much more personal. Quality over quantity, that old chestnut. I feel so much more connected without Facebook than I ever did with it.
And better still: my friends know me and care about me, so the stories they share are actually stories that I want to read. Stories about extraordinary kindnesses, inspiring creativity, and new snail-mail projects.
Not once has anybody written to me, “Hi how are you? This grandmother looks 20 years younger, without surgery!” Or, “Hi how are you? I saw this article about Brangelina’s divorce and thought of you.” Or, “Hi how are you? They told this woman she couldn’t breastfeed in public and you’ll never believe what she did next!”
Turns out, my friends know me even better than a piece of software. Who knew?
Keep on making bread, my friends. Keep on writing letters, brewing tea, tending plants. You don’t have to quit Facebook, but do make time in your life for slow things, for tactile things, for real things. Fresh air. They will feel like fresh air.