Like in all failed long term relationships, this break-up was long overdue.

I should have cut the cord ages ago, when I first started to lose interest. When I realised that we were heading in different directions and that, apart from to play the odd game of Scrabble, I really couldn’t be bothered to even visit.

So, yeah, goodbye Facebook. And thanks for all the empty, meaningless pokes.

I hovered over the link for a good ten minutes before making the leap – would I instantly regret it? Would I miss out on amazing social opportunities or contact from old friends? Would Scrabulous deprivation turn by brain to useless mush?

No, no and no. The thing is, apart from playing Scrabulous, I stopped visiting Facebook ages ago. After discovering – and becoming addicted to – Twitter, there was really no point to it. All of the long-term invitations that matter come via email, and the short term ones arrive as tweets, photos are done better by Flickr (”you have been tagged in a photo” – awesome), wall posts are a dick’s way of wishing someone Happy Birthday (Happy Birthday, Anna!) and if I need a photographic list of friends to remember who they are then I’m pretty fucked. And Scrabulous? Turns out they have a website.

So, yes, goodbye old friend. I won’t pretend I’ll miss you – I really won’t . You weren’t any good for me, no matter how much my friends love you. But we had some great times in the early days and, for those, I’ll be eternally grateful.

Now, run along and hang out with Second Life or one of my many other ex-web-services¹ and compare notes about how bad I was at throwing sheep and how you never really loved me anyway. You know it’ll make you feel better.

1. Six Degrees, ICQ, Friendster, Friends Reunited and on and on… [↩]