Facebook and self-control really don’t mix. I don’t know about the rest of the world, but Mark Zuckerberg has stolen too many years of my life. I’ve spent hours clicking through photos of people I barely know, looking at pictures of couples I idolize, or at my own photos, wondering at the many, many stages my hair has been through. Now that it’s just over eight years old, Facebook is an electronic minefield of memories, and it’s often hard to resist indulging in a trip down memory lane—even if it’s not a pleasant one.
