What prompted me to deactivate my account was more than a usual concern of wasting too much time on virtual connections. I came across a trove of stories of what social surfing does to your brain, your health and your wallet and decided to go on a Facebook-free diet for at least a month.
Before quitting, I was a passive user, sharing little but consuming a lot. After a while, I developed what doctors call the fear of missing out, or FOMO. Failing to check the daily feed felt like a morning without coffee. Once online, a new set of symptoms began to add to this obsessive-compulsive condition.
Somehow the grass in other people’s virtual gardens not only seemed greener, it was bushing out in all possible directions while my lawn was the same old collection of weeds. As a mature adult you must realize that there is more to people’s lives than meets the eye onscreen, but the hook is that Facebook does not want you to mature.