Living each day much muchier
Social media has infected the world with a sickening virus called vanity.
You are what you share.
If nobody heard your opinion, is it still insightful? If nobody sent you a message all day, do you matter?
Someone said to me recently “It’s been ages since I saw you but it doesn’t seem like it because I see what you’re up to on Facebook.” I was a bit taken aback by that. I thought, maybe I post too much. I have no mystery!
Bagging social media is popular. It seems we’re vain for immortalising every movement, every dumpling, every thought. We’re insecure for seeking feedback on our best moments and inviting comment on deeply personal ones.
Really, not all change is sinister, even change to time honoured traditions like friendship.
Our friends are present with us through the day. Messenger means we natter away as though we’re side by side. We share our food and our fears and the shoes we’re not sure we should buy.
The culture we live in shapes the way we understand ourselves. Our homes are far from work and our friends far from either. So we ache to keep in touch. It’s quite natural. We need it.
Decrying our dependance on likes, selfies and sexting is … well … pointless. You might as well rage against the earth for turning.
I share therefore I am.
However, we’re not wrong to be suspicious. There is a dark side of course.
Checking for messages becomes a compulsion, like scratching an itch. The more you do it, the more you need it.
If you feel unloved because it’s been a few hours or if people’s posts depress you instead of make you smile, it’s time to disconnect and get some perspective.
You don’t have to close your accounts, just put down the phone… for a while.