Losing Friends To Do What I Like

"What do you like to do?" The question that started it all.

Recently a friend asked me a couple of questions that I wasn't able to accurately answer. Questions I went home and thought about. And then thought some more. Maybe too much.

One of those questions was, "what do you like to do?" What do I like to do? I actually made a list of things I like to do. Though it might be more accurate to say things I used to like to do. It wasn't a long list, yet most of the things on it I hadn't done in quite a while. For some of them it had been years. School was partly to blame, but it couldn't take the full blame. I'm done with it now. So why wasn't I doing any of those things? What was I doing instead?

I'll tell you what I was doing. (Among very few other things) I was aimlessly scrolling though Facebook. Wasting time. Seeing what "friends" were up to. Then another question to get me thinking. Why am I "friends" with this many people?

There are so many answers to that question, and some of the answers are quite stupid. Thus the friend purge began. With every friend deleted it was like getting rid of excess baggage. It was a relief. Some people I was friends with because I wanted them to see me and my life. How I've changed, my accomplishments, etc. Prideful much? But then I realized I never talk to this person. I never look at their page and see what's happening in their life. Why would they care about me? Bye bye friends. Then there were the people whose page I would visit and only leave with jealousy. So, I'm friend with somebody because I'm jealous of them, their life, their beauty, their happenings. That makes NO sense. There went some more friends. There were people I don't know how or why we became friends and I really don't care about them or what's happening in their life. Don't get me wrong, some of these people are great people, and I hope everything goes well for them in life, but face it I haven't talked to them or them to me (except maybe a happy birthday that they only know of because Facebook told them) and I have no plans of talking to them. Bye friends. These are just a few answers. There are also the many reasons why I actually am friends and remain friends with so many people.

All this ranting and raving to say I now spend less time on Facebook and more time doing what I like to do. I don't find my worth in notifications and likes. Could I still spend even less time? Could I still get rid of more "friends?" Yes and yes. But this is a start.

What do I like to do? I like to read. Write. Cross-stitch (I'm an old lady at heart). Bake. Bike (which is a quite a bit easier and more enjoyable when your bike is fixed and put together correctly). Attempt to sew (the last attempt took a small chunk out of my finger). Learn (National Geographic is my choice for beach read material and I'm teaching myself all the countries, their locations, languages, flags and religions just because I want to know). I like this. This is me.