It’s been a long week and it’s only Tuesday. 🙁
Yesterday I posted something on my facebook page about how to wean yourself off of facebook. A tad ironic I suppose since the whole point of posting on facebook is so other people will read your stuff and if no one is on facebook, no one is reading your stuff. So my question is: Does it even matter?
I have been asking this about a lot of things lately. Chalk it up to a midlife thing. I am Turning 46 soon and given my family history and general good health, lack of overly terrible vices and fitness level, I am on track to live well into my 90’s. While I work daily with our elders and have a skewed look at age (the qualification for “oldness” gets to be a bigger number daily), the thought of living into my 90’s is kind of wild. It means that from this day forward I basically would get to live my entire life over again. I truly AM middle aged. Yikes!
So here is the link to how to wean yourself off facebook: Here
Could you do it? If you aren’t on Facebook do you even exist? Does it even matter? Why do we care what our 500 “friends” who we rarely see in real life think? Or know? It seems to me that many of us get emotionally attached to people online and follow them and comment and pray for them or whatever all while ignoring the actual people surrounding them. Maybe this is why everyone gets married so late nowadays. We are all too busy looking down at our phone doing that swiping dating thing to notice the guy sitting next to us.
Here’s another question: If you don’t take a photo and post it on Instagram, did it even happen? Was your meaningful interaction significant if it doesn’t get any “likes”? If you can’t find the right filter for it? If it’s too blurry to post? Or too orange? (ALL of my photos are orange. I live in a cedar house. It reflects off everything and makes us look like Oompa Loompas. I use filters so we don’t look diseased. Also, this is justification…)
I hear Instagram is changing its notifications so we stop getting so hung up on being liked. Will that really solve the problem? Maybe we should look at why we are so insecure? What is lacking? What is the missing link that compels us to seek acceptance and approval by having people we barely know give us a little “thumbs up” all day long? Can we exist without other people applauding our every move? Can’t we all just “be”? Does it even matter?