I have such a love/hate relationship with Facebook. I love it for the ability to connect with others, but I hate it for the way it makes comparisons to other people’s lives so easy.
Which is silly because, let’s be honest, most of the time, we’re comparing our lives to the lives of other people who we don’t even know anymore (i.e. kids in high school who were cooler than us, old friends, former significant others.)
Like it’s that easy. Ha!
In my opinion, Facebook will be the death of us because it’s the outlet that the majority of people tend to most frequently abuse. It is home of the HUMBLE BRAG, pointless life updates, and public break ups.
More often than not, I leave Facebook feeling dumber and filled with a deep concern for the human race.
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You know, I’ve never tried crack cocaine, but I think it’s safe to liken it to my relationship with Facebook.
I know it’s bad for me, but I can’t stop using it. I’ll sneak hits during work, in the bathroom, and before bed. It’s not uncommon to feel bad after using, but I still do it anyway. It affects my (mental) health, people.
But recently, I had a brief moment of clarity when my head was out of the social media fog and I was like, hey, I control social media. It doesn’t control me! (Just call me Buddha.)
I’m not here to say I quit Facebook. But I did start purging my “friends.” I scrolled through almost a thousand people, and if they made me jealous, sad, angry, or just plain annoyed, I deleted them.
Each time I hit “unfriend” I gave myself a little high five (awkward.) I was like, cool, I’m glad I won’t have to see their shit anymore.
I’m making moves, man.
But, yes, I did retain some people solely because their stalking material is just too fucking good to let go of (it’s a 12-step program, okay?)