Taking a step back

I closed my facebook account the other day.  I'm not really sure why as I don't hold any malice against it, I was just feeling a bit...uninspired by it.  I don't create anything through it, I no longer play any of the games, have whittled down the friends whose posts appear on my feed to a pretty small handful, and it sometimes makes me feel less connected to people than I want it to.   

When I clicked on the 'deactivate' button, I was informed of a few people that would miss me while I was gone.  My niece was listed in the top five.  She's five.  She doesn't even know she has a facebook account.  Did you notice I was gone?  Because I've been away a few days now and I don't think you did.  I think, and this is just a theory mind, maybe quite an obvious one, that it's merely an addiction.  Click click click, I've observed, commented, and visited, and perhaps written something that I want to sound clever.  How many times an hour would I check it, to see if anything had changed?  It's mind numbing to think about.  I'm going old school, reading the paper.  And well-written blogs.  And talking to people. 

I may return. It depends how bored I get, whether I can keep myself occupied.

As a very brief tangent, but something I feel you ought to know, I just saw The Iron Lady so I'm typing this in a posh British accent.  Can you tell?