On June 22, 2013, I did the seemingly unthinkable: I deleted my Facebook account. Yes, me, the social butterfly and gal about town, eliminated the most popular social media forum in the world from her life. And you know what? I have never been happier!

The original inspiration for my deactivation was frustration. I was in the midst of my third major fundraising effort and, while many of my “friends” were taking the time to read my posts and donate to these causes, a great many were instead asking me for handouts. What did they want? Oh, the usual: Orioles tickets, jobs at family companies, and, in some cases, just money (keep it classy). It was infuriating to see that these people, some of whom I barely even knew, somehow felt that my greatest cause to give to should be them!

I’ve deactivated a few times in the past, but always with the idea that I just needed a break and would be back. But this time it’s different. In the months that I have been off the site, I feel myself breathing a sigh of relief. For one, it was very time consuming. I mean, look around next time you are out with friends and see how often they check Facebook. Secondly, people start to take what they see on there as fact. For instance, someone could simply make their status, “Becky slept with Kelly’s boyfriend!” and all of a sudden now Becky has to prove she didn’t. Ridiculous.

But my main reason for staying off will sound very ironic: I wanted more privacy. I know, I know, the girl who writes a column about her life suddenly wants privacy? Yes. And I believe I am entitled to it. In my column, I share the details of my life that I opt to share. But on Facebook, I started to feel like I was on a reality show. People interpreted things the way they wanted and often incorrectly. They used my page as their own personal soapbox, assuming that it would get more visibility there than on their own page. And don’t get me started on the number of people who have absolutely no sense of humor and force you to defend every remark you make.

An additional upside is that if a guy wants to ask me out, he can’t do it via Facebook now. (Although I still have gotten some date requests via Twitter.) But all in all, I feel like deleting my Facebook account has brought me back to the real world—the world I prefer to live in, where people actually talk to each other and interact in person. It may not be right for everyone, but I definitely “like” it.