I Deleted Facebook

After nearly two decades of scrolling, I’ve finally decided to log out of Facebook for good. It’s not even the recent news about Mark Zuckerberg’s flirting with Trump that pushed me to this decision—it’s the overwhelming clutter. The platform that once connected me to friends and family has transformed into an endless hellstream of adverts and mind-numbing videos, all vying for my attention.

I can’t remember when I last opened the app and saw an update from someone I know. Facebook, originally a place for personal connections, now feels more like a chaotic marketplace where genuine interaction is drowned out by noise.

What’s the real value of staying connected there if the human element has faded so much? Instead, I plan to take a more traditional route to stay in touch. I plan to pick up the phone more often, catching up with friends and family more deliberately and consciously.

It’s about swapping the passive ‘likes’ for active conversation and genuine updates about our lives. This shift means prioritising real relationships over digital ones, which feels increasingly necessary. My daughter is brilliant at this, and I want to take a leaf out of her book.

If I had Zuckerberg’s resources and control over Facebook, I might consider redirecting its focus or starting fresh with a platform that prioritises user experience over profit. Yet, the allure of squeezing out every last penny always overshadows the potential for meaningful community building in the tech industry.

For now, stepping back means I can redirect my energy into relationships that matter, without the distraction of a platform that has lost its way. It’s about quality over quantity, depth over breadth, and reconnecting in a way that feels authentic and fulfilling.

So if I’ve not been in touch for a while, feel free to drop me a line or make a call. It’ll be cool to catch up and have a blether.