My friend Trevor did. And although I think, probably for my job’s sake, that I’ll never be able to quit Facebook, this made a whole mess of sense:

Dear Facebook. I’m leaving. Thank you for keeping me in touch with lots of people. Some of those people were my friends, some still are. Some I have no clue. Maybe I met you at a shady (or bright for that matter) shin-dig. You always were a strange part of my social life. I wanted to use you almost as an address book to remember to give so and so a shout, or an email, or (god help me) a letter. However, as you gobbled our whole society up, people began to use you as a filter to find the cream of their crop of friends, and specify their likes for them rather than find those things themselves. I believe we should want to meet people fresh. Spend awkward moments of silence with people here and there, learn who they are today, not who they were in their high school pictures. I think we should meet people the first time the first time. I think we should share videos and quotes and ideas in person together. I think we should hug each others cats, bikes, girlfriends, parents, and friends rather than look at pictures of them. I hate to say it, but you got too complicated, and to into yourself. Look at what you did! Instead of going to a coffee shop to read or socialize or drink coffee, you have made people look at you. And your whole point I thought was to help us know our friends were at that coffee shop in the first place.