That doesn’t involve either masturbating or going to the bathroom.
Mine is leaving Facebook. 4 days ago it has passed its permanent deletion date, so I can no longer recover it. I’ve been on it for 5 years and have been off and on it a little longer beforehand. Yes it sucks that by deleting my Facebook, I’ve closed off the connection to my locals who are on there, who I haven’t seen in 3 1/2 years because I moved.
However, I have tried giving them alternatives to keep in touch but they seemed glued to the platform. Not budging, not caring, though I didn’t want to be around anymore.
I was tired of the ads that I had to keep closing, I was tired of the YouTube shorts-ripoff always shoved in my face that I had to keep closing. I was tired of seeing notifications to things that either didn’t exist or was already read but I got a notification for anyways. I was tired of being recommended people I have had no intention of adding. I was tired of FB Dating, on my phone, making up a number to get me to use it again.
I was just so tired of all of this degradation that FB has become over the years to where it was outweighing whatever use I thought that there was with it.
Quitting my previous job as an HVAC service technician. The pay was way better than I’m making now and it probably was a mistake, but I was miserable every single day…
I had no set schedule and my weekends weren’t my own because I was almost always on call. I live in an overpopulated area so every day was just sitting in hours and hours of traffic which just adds to the length of my day, there’s no 9-5, it was “if I need to be at X by 8 then I need to leave at Y” and the day wasn’t over until the work was done. Then add on the hours of traffic and worst case scenario pull into the driveway and get a call saying you need to go back out… Then there was the wonder of never knowing what’s coming up next. Start in Connecticut, ok next call is in Brooklyn NY… Ughh… Ok done in Brooklyn, ok surprise now go to NJ! Ughhh…
Now I work in a factory doing 8-4:45 and it’s so much better. I know what the day will bring and I know when I’m done. I’ll just never be able to afford a house lol
I can definitely relate to that. I thought I’d be happy at my old job because the pay was so good, but the hours were long and the work was exhausting. I convinced myself taking a lesser paying job would be a step down and make my life worse, but after a particularly bad month I took the plunge and left. I’m making less now, but the schedule is sane and the work hits the right balance between not too difficult but not too easy either.