I’ve gone 2 weeks without Facebook. Nearly.

I did click a link from my Twitter feed that took me to Facebook, but I didn’t know in advance that it was a Facebook link. It was to an article that James Altucher had posted.

There were 15 notices waiting for me. Only 2 of them had anything to do with me, though. The others were for pages that I’d been made an honorary administrator of. Someone had posted a picture of a cat with boldface words on my wall. Someone else had dropped a single comment, “Nice picture,” on an auto post from one of my other blogs. To that person, you know who you are, I say, “Thanks.”

I read the article I’d clicked to read and moved on.

This Facebook thing isn’t about cutting people off. Not my real friends. It’s about cutting off all the crap that wastes time and brings me down. If what Altucher says is true (and I think it probably is), that you are the average of the five people closest to you, then I can’t be letting myself get distracted by as much crap as I’ve tolerated in the past. Instead of reading through the whiny Facebook posts about how “if you don’t repost this you’re a schmuck,” I can read a real book. I already know I’m a schmuck.

I’ve been working on cutting out the schmuckness in other things too. Email. I’ve upped the spam filter. No more people bothering me with, “sign onto this petition or you’re a schmuck.”

The larger plan: If I’m less tolerant of all the ways people want to make me feel like a schmuck for not doing what they want or agreeing with their position, less I’ll feel like a schmuck, and the more time I’ll have to stop being a schmuck and do something truly meaningful.

That’s the plan.