Not Really Anti Facebook (?)
It was seeing all my colleagues' happy vacations on Facebook that finally pushed me to live my dreams and travel long distance on a motorcycle every chance I get. Just so I could have something nice to post as well. A picture of me with a real smile, instead of something pasted on for the photo op.
Three years later, it's my sick revenge. They can give me all sorts of crap at work, but every time I post a smiling picture of me living my dreams and exploring the country almost every other weekend, in my mind I'm telling them "Go #### yourself. I'm happy and you're not."