too far to face

If I go too far, call me on it, or if I don't go far enough (Matt), call me on it.

Last week Thursday was the last time I clicked on the Home page of Facebook, browsed other's photos, easdropped on conversations, and contemplated the next image I would use to convey myself to my community of friends. Has it only been a couple of days since I deactivated my account? It seems like much longer. Have you missed me? Have I missed you?

I would love to sit here and pronounce that I am experiencing freedom. Instead, I admit that I do miss you (or is it that I miss knowing what you are doing and saying, who you are interacting with and where). I actually have to talk to you - darn.

Facebook has gone too far. It has taken on the responsibility of upholding relationships.  

Please come back and let's interact in a similar, but simpler way. A creational way?