There was a time when Facebook and Instagram felt like a lifeline—a way to stay connected with friends, share life’s moments, and keep some kind of bridge between us.

Then, at some point, Mark Zuckerberg decided my nostalgia needed to be monetized.

These days, my Facebook feed looks like this:

  • Ad
  • Ad
  • Friend at the beach in Puglia (ouch, thanks for reminding me)
  • Ad
  • Friend eating fresh mozzarella (okay, now you’re just hurting my feelings)
  • Ad
  • Random guy trying to sell me crypto

Meanwhile, I’m in New York, staring at a so-called “fresh” mozzarella ball that has the texture of a wet sponge.

At some point, I had to ask myself: Why am I still here?

The Slow Goodbye

Leaving wasn’t a sudden decision. There was no dramatic “That’s it, I’M DONE!” moment.

At first, I just posted less. Then I stopped checking notifications. Eventually, my accounts became digital storage units—just a place where old photos sat collecting virtual dust.

And the strangest part?

No one even noticed.

The people who actually matter? They already have my number. They text, call, or WhatsApp me. They don’t need to “like” a photo to know I care about them.

So again… why am I still here?

Social Media Isn’t About Friends Anymore

Remember when social media was about your friends? Now it’s just:

  • Daniel San, telling me “Things I didn’t know before 30.” (Listen, Daniel, I’m 46. At this point, I’m forgetting things I knew at 30. It’s called aging.)
  • Khaby Lame, silently mocking viral idiots who complicate basic tasks. (Okay, I admit, Khaby’s funny. But how many potato-peeling hacks do we really need?)
  • Jay Shetty, soothingly explaining how deadlines don’t matter—inner peace does. (Jay, tell that to my landlord next month.)

Meanwhile, my actual friends? Their posts are buried under 15 ads for things Alexa overheard me casually mention.

And when I do finally see them? It’s just another picture of them at a seaside restaurant eating fresh pasta, while I’m here in New York with a manicotti dish that tastes like cardboard sadness.

So, I’m Logging Out—For Good

It’s time to say basta. I’m not just taking a break—I’m deleting my accounts completely.

But don’t worry, I’m not disappearing into thin air (though some days, I wouldn’t mind).

If you actually want to stay in touch, you already know how to reach me:

📞 Call me. Yes, phones still work for talking.
💬 Text or WhatsApp me. I might take a while to reply, but I always do.
✉️ Email me. I’m old enough to still like emails.

Basically, if we’re real friends, you already know where to find me.

And if you don’t?

Maybe we were just social media acquaintances. And that’s okay too.

No Dramatic Goodbye—Just Moving On

So, that’s it. No emotional farewell, no deep soul-searching journey.

Just logging out and moving on.

See you on the other side. 😊