I haven’t used Facebook for years. It bored me after 20 minutes, I wasn’t sure what else to do there, I closed the tab, I went away. I never made a post about how I’m packing up my little hobo bags and leaving forever, you’ll all be sorry!! I just went, quietly, and never came back.
I lie, every three months I poke my head in there, and then once I actually sold something on Marketplace, for $80, so FB is the only fucking social website that has ever made me money despite being the one I never use. One of these days I’ll get on there and try to find out my brother’s current address, but he doesn’t respond to messages anymore, either.
LIkewise, I quit Twitter, shorty before the Elonpocalypse, because it just sucked. I didn’t like being there, and wasn’t having any fun. So I just stopped going there, quietly, telling nobody, I left. Now you have to login to even see it, and yeah, haven’t logged in there in forever. I hear they changed the name.
That’s how it looks when you actually quit a place. You just quietly disappear one day, like a fish slipping under the waves. Who knows, maybe you’ll find a reason to come back, you know? And it would look stupid as hell if you made some big fucking scene about leaving and then had to crawl back in, WOULDN’T IT?
Maybe you want to sell an old drumset, or ask a question, you never know. So you slip quietly out the side door, you don’t even slam it, and then you forget to show up again for months at a time, or never again. When was the last time you logged into MySpace?
You? You look like you’re going to found a subreddit called r/ExRedditors. Move on, already. The future beckons.
I haven’t used Facebook for years. It bored me after 20 minutes, I wasn’t sure what else to do there, I closed the tab, I went away. I never made a post about how I’m packing up my little hobo bags and leaving forever, you’ll all be sorry!! I just went, quietly, and never came back.
I lie, every three months I poke my head in there, and then once I actually sold something on Marketplace, for $80, so FB is the only fucking social website that has ever made me money despite being the one I never use. One of these days I’ll get on there and try to find out my brother’s current address, but he doesn’t respond to messages anymore, either.
LIkewise, I quit Twitter, shorty before the Elonpocalypse, because it just sucked. I didn’t like being there, and wasn’t having any fun. So I just stopped going there, quietly, telling nobody, I left. Now you have to login to even see it, and yeah, haven’t logged in there in forever. I hear they changed the name.
That’s how it looks when you actually quit a place. You just quietly disappear one day, like a fish slipping under the waves. Who knows, maybe you’ll find a reason to come back, you know? And it would look stupid as hell if you made some big fucking scene about leaving and then had to crawl back in, WOULDN’T IT?
Maybe you want to sell an old drumset, or ask a question, you never know. So you slip quietly out the side door, you don’t even slam it, and then you forget to show up again for months at a time, or never again. When was the last time you logged into MySpace?
You? You look like you’re going to found a subreddit called r/ExRedditors. Move on, already. The future beckons.
I wish I hadn’t read all that.
Yeah the energy to write that was not worth the payout