few days ago I turned off my Facebook account. I reached the limit. I went there all the time, mostly to find myself reading "thoughts" of people that I cared very little or whose preferred they know little. The first day I felt strange, the second I felt the lack, the third he started to get better. Facebook is a melting pot of rubbish , I've always known this, but for months I hid behind the excuse that it was often the only way to hear the distant friends. Boiata this one. Not that it is half that makes things easier. But, as Martha says, the effort to cultivate a relationship gives meaning to the relationship.
I'm glad. Now, at least when they are bored or have nothing to do, I have to provide actively takes away my boredom. It is not that difficult. On the other hand two years ago I lived with dignity without even the diabolical Social Network above. Or not?
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