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.
An extra hard drive for offline backup of my home server. Just knowing I have a cold, unplugged copy of my data in my drawer has made me less paranoid about accidentally “rm -rf”-ing my computer and taking all the mount points with it or my dog getting her paw caught on a wire (she likes to run around haphazardly and is pretty clumsy) and dragging the entire hard drive enclosure down with it.
Ideally I wouldn’t keep that drive in my house but I don’t have anywhere else to put it. Maybe someday I’ll get a safe deposit box or something but then my lazy ass probably wouldn’t bother to retrieve and sync my data nearly as often.