Today, I deleted my Facebook account.
This decision was the culmination of two things, neither of which are particularly dramatic, but nonetheless, reason for concern.
1. My Facebook friends were comprised of High School, College, Work, Neighborhood, Family, Etc. These circles are not always meant to mix. Example: I found some pictures from my college days which I thought other friends on Facebook might find humorous. I made sure that the ones I posted were clean- i.e. little alcohol if any, not suggestive sexually, and generally not anything those pictured would be embarrassed by should someone from a recruiting office find the profile. I did my best to tag everyone so they knew the pictures were there. In response, another friend posted pictures from a UF drinking birthday party at Hooters. In those pictures where I was tagged, I was being a normal college kid. While this friend did nothing wrong, I woke up in the middle of the night from a dead sleep and realized that work mates could see those pictures, including people from whom I might be begging a job in a few years. All I could think about for the next hour was the fact that on Facebook, if you have friended someone, you really have no control over what tags become associated with you, and thus viewable in your profile. Bad Bad Bad plan.
2. Getting back in touch with old friends was sucking up too much time- at work, at home, on my phone. I need to pay attention to the woman I love most, not Facebook. I need to play with my dogs, read books, study- not Facebook.
How many forms of interaction with the web world do I really need? It seems that with LinkedIn, two blogs, etc, I should be able to keep in touch.