I joined Facebook in 2007 only because a girlfriend asked me to. Until early 2009, though, I posted nothing. I didn’t see why I needed this social media platform as part of my life.
After I started using Facebook, though, I became a heavy user as I connected with those who shared my political interests and then as I used it to promote the articles I wrote here. I fairly quickly reached the 5,000 limit on “friends,” but I eventually decided things were out of control with the angry arguments on my page.
Over the last few years, I’ve aggressively cut my number of contacts. (Let’s be honest. Most of them aren’t really friends.) I’ve cut it to just a few more than 500. I thought that might be enough for me to think it was worth sticking around.
I’ve recently realized, though, that I need to leave Facebook completely.

How many warnings can life give us when something’s gone wrong?
If politics sends you into a rage, is it really a good use of your time?
We’re giving up power over our lives to people we can’t control
The time is rapidly coming when I’m quitting Facebook for good
It’s a mystery why two cats bond — or why two people fall in love
Intellectual honesty mostly dead — but few partisans even care
For me, Valentine’s Day seems to bring out my regrets every year
Competent, beautiful girl mirrors what I’d love to have in daughter
The plan sounded fair at the time, but why did I pay for everything?