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Facebook and I

I decided not to open my Facebook account. For how long, I’m not sure. Only my millennial craving for news that are “worth my time” and for events that I’m interested in could tell, not to mention the virtual affection I formed with my friends.

I’m fully aware that Facebook lessens my productivity. Instead of writing more bittersweet sensations, or just do anything, I spend most of my free time scrolling down on an endless pile of updates I need to read, movies I should watch at least once in my life, places I have to visit, and restaurants I must try. Social media, like a tattoo, is addicting; not creating another account once you’ve experienced the “connection” you have with the world is just as hard as not getting another tattoo once you’ve experienced the feel good pain it gives you. Just a few weeks ago, I created an Instagram account to “document” and share whatever I feel like.

But who can a twenty-something girl blame but herself? On one hand, social media (Facebook particularly) provides me information not just about my friends but also on the things that I like and we have to thank the sometimes annoying profiling for that but on the other, it limits me to be more creative and active in the real world.

There was a point in my life when things run smoother and time management is easier. Then I became a prisoner in the beneficial advancements of my own generation, feeling lazy and thinking that since I have nothing to do might as well log in here and sign up there, when there’s actually a lot of things to do, if only I could drop down my phone for a minute, or even a second. 

To be honest, though, I like the sharing part in social media. It’s my stubborn little finger scrolling down infinitely that I come to despise. It’s my lazy mind and tired eyes, wanting to know more, waiting to know more, when there’s no more.

But I’m pretty sure I’ll reconcile with Facebook after a few weeks or so. I was able to do without it for a month before. It’s not really a necessity, but it’s convenient, which makes us fall for it. I just need a more disciplined Ruth before I come back. Someone who can manage to just lurk around for half an hour a day, and another half for Messenger. đŸ˜‰ —feeling proud of myself. 

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2 thoughts on “Facebook and I

  1. hannahkenway says:

    Totally with you – don’t blame yourself for the compulsion though, sites like facebook are specifically engineered to hook you in, to keep you checking, reading and scrolling. There are basic psychological manipulations in the design that prompt the kind of addictive behaviour you describe! Funnily enough I wrote a post about something similar a while ago and it was the least popular post in terms of stats i’ve ever published! I think it’s because us media savvy bloggers don’t want to admit quite how hooked we are!

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    • Well now that you mentioned psychology, I’m slightly forgiving myself. I guess I need to be more unsusceptible to the hypnotism Facebook and other social media have. And we’re partly responsible for being drawn to them, I think?

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