Last week I went to Wisconsin to visit my mom.
I also took 7 days off the social media internet.
No Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, 4Square, WordPress or Flickr for me, no way.
I checked email twice a day and sometimes I texted.
But I’m not a real big texter anyway.
No blog reading, no blog comments, no, no…
Joining The Conversation.
(Did reading that make you as tired as it made me?)
I hadn’t expected what strong… FEELINGS I would develop about the various digital interfaces. With a little distance, I found myself angry about some platforms, and either filled with longing or guilty from stressful neglect.
(I think this means I need a little distance a little more often.)
I want to like Twitter but Twitter stresses me out.
I didn’t miss updating, reading or thinking about Twitter at all. People selling something, being self-congratulating and smug, complaining, promoting themselves or engaging in stressful debate.
It wasn’t until I realized that the only things I myself was compelled to share were nearly entirely negative, mocking, self-depricating or self-aggrandizing that I learned my Twitter relationship either has to evolve or drop entirely.
Instagram, you are my lover.
And during the end of my frizzly internet frustration, I rather rudely commented (on Twitter) that I would unfollow you if you Instagrammed screenshots of your latest blog post.
Sorry about that.
After taking 7 days away from the internet,
I realized I would still probably do that.
But I would be a quiet unfollower, not a loud, ALL CAPSY unfollower.
I love that Instagram hasn’t been co-opted by the marketers, that for now, it’s the clutter in the background, the giant Belgian Waffle, the grinning child, the cool graffiti. It is Neilochka’s art. Instagram, I embrace you with my open arms.
(BTW I’m mllehelenjane on Instagram)
Facebook, you’re on warning.
Facebook has a utility, but I don’t need to check it as often as I do.
I check that site nearly 8 times a day, but I get only useful information from it every other day. Only one check of Facebook a day.
This world, this social, pretend, not real, real life world continues to change, and I’m changing along with it.