The fact that anyone has to do this is a shame.
I have to admit . . I had to do it, too. I had hundreds of friends on Facebook, but my family started complaining that I was too involved with virtual strangers and not giving enough time to the real-life family and friends all around me. I quit the first time for about three months, with the intent to limit my exposure when I returned. Within mere days, I was enthralled with the pace of ‘talking’ to hundreds of people across America, and even the rest of the world. It IS addicting . . at least it is/was to me. I quit again over 8 months ago. It was hard to not post pics of my newest Grandson who was born October 15th . . and especially hard to not post pics of him when he played Baby Jesus at our church this Christmas. It is hard to not have daily contact with my old friends and my distant relatives . . but I’ve found there is a price to pay for being on social media . . and that price includes stress, less sleep, less time for real life projects, and somewhat losing control of my own life. I am much more content now.