There’s a lot of things someone can be addicted to out in the world. In fact, you can be addicted to just about anything. I know for a fact that my heavy reliance on technology is more of an addiction than a comfort or resource. In day-to-day interactions, how many times have you been mid-conversation, and had to pull out a phone to pull up a picture, or look up an actor’s name, or find directions to somewhere? 10 years ago, people didn’t do that. They didn’t pull out a tiny device to help them complete sentences, check spelling on a word, or to remember actor’s names. They either knew, or they didn’t know, and either way, the conversation carried on, and they went on their merry way.
I know that pulling out a phone while mid-sentence probably won’t change too much. We’ve become extremely reliant on the fact that the world’s knowledge and encyclopedia is a few taps away. We no longer have to store the full-size version of information in our brains, only the ‘hyperlink’, if you will, to where we can find that information.
So back to social media. I am a huge fan of social media. I think being able to stay connected to people you might never see again otherwise is great. You can now get an answer to the question, “I wonder what ever happened to so-and-so…?”.
I moved away from Facebook for multiple reasons. In short, I was unhappy with my life. With a constant feed of other people’s projections on their own lives, it’s difficult to see the good things happening in your own. When you watch people post the best of the best pictures, with the right filters, with the right people, in unique and exotic places, you tend to forget about the good interactions you had at work that made your Monday not so sucky. You forget about the bright and sunny walk you took that brightened your mood before picking up lunch, or you lose track of all the friends that reach out to you day to day in real life, by text or stopping by. We don’t have every moment of our lives captured and posted online, but when your have 150+ people online posting their highlights, you become trapped in this false-sense of reality, that people are always out and with friends, without worry or care. So you look at your own life and think, wow, what am I doing wrong? You could have a wonderful life, a great job, awesome friends, and a supportive family, but line that up next to a news feed of vacations in Maui, weekend trips to New York, best-friend road trips, and engagement announcements, day in and day out, you start to wonder why you don’t have all of those things on a regular basis.
So, basically, I’m tired of comparing my life to yours. I’m tired of having to be included in your life moments, making me doubt my own.
I’d like to start living my own life, and be able to really enjoy it.