I just deleted my Facebook account.

I should have done so ages ago.

The first reason why that comes to me is that Facebook hates me and people like me. That is, Europeans that don’t tow the mainstream leftist narrative. Or, to put it another way, a European that looks at the state of the world, thinks that something is deeply wrong with the way things are going, and wishes to speak out about it.

I mean, you don’t have to be European to draw their ire, of course. But they have a special disregard for “white people.”

But, well, this has been known for quite a long time. Why now?

Well, I finally accepted that Facebook is not a net positive in my life.

If something is true, then not everybody needs to accept it at the same time. The more challenging the truth, the more leeway you should grant.

Now, on a scale of 1 to 10, we’re not talking an enormous challenge, but I noticed there was some emotional resistance to leaving the platform. I’ve seen it in others, and have felt it within me as others have left.

It’s probably got something to do with addiction and/or dopamine, or something along those lines. I’ll leave that to the psychologists.

For me, knowing myself as I do, I noticed that I really didn’t interact with people I knew or cared about much at all. I rarely saw a story on my timeline that made me smile, or happy to be using the site. There were some jokes here and there, but they were generally overwhelmed by the latest “LOOK AT WHAT THE LEFTISTS DID” faux outrage.

I tell you, if these people were actually outraged at what these leftists were doing, they would not be posting about it on Facebook. It’s just another form of virtue signaling.

You may well ask, “well, what is it that you’re doing?” My answer to that is that I am doing something, and I don’t have to tell you what it is. I am keeping it close to my chest, and I plan to discuss it more openly at some point.

Another thing to note: I did make a farewell post. I actually made two; one indicating that I wanted to be prepared if my account was disabled, and one indicating that I planned to do so shortly.

I should have just deleted my account then and there, anyway. Why was I posting? To give people a chance to keep in touch. But were people really keeping in touch anyway? Was I?

The social connection afforded by Facebook was largely an illusion.

And I think that’s a more fundamental problem, far deeper and worse than the mere racial hatred I am subjected to.

I am sold illusory social connection, and the cost is my personal data and my privacy. If I build a following, I have no guarantee that people will see my work.

Facebook is built on a mountain of lies and illusion.

And that is why you, too, should delete.