I don’t want to spend precious time and energy debating the pros and cons of social media.
But, I do want my friends to be able to find me, and it won’t be on Instagram or Facebook or Twitter. I'll be here . . . sharing words and pictures, connecting with anyone who writes back.
I’ve never been friends with Facebook or enamored with Twitter. But my relationship with Instagram has been on again – off again. Just like the dating relationships I had as a young adult, I rationalize why I keep coming back for more.
For me, Instagram makes very little sense. I don’t have a business – nothing to brand or market. Instagram is a drain on my time and after 10 minutes of scrolling even the best photo looks pretty much like the one above it. I counted multiple advertisements in a quick visit today. The new algorithms seem to direct my feed and control the content I view. Instagram preys on my need for external validation and my fear of missing out. I just don’t have a good feeling about myself when I’m there. I know my time could be better spent doing my daily exercises, reading, taking a walk, preparing a meal, calling a friend.
There are surely good reasons to enjoy social media and maybe there are people who set limits and know how to take a break when it’s needed. Unfortunately, that’s not me. I find moderating my behaviors to be a challenge. It’s easier for me to abstain altogether. (If this notion is new to you, check out Gretchin Rubin’s Are You an Abstainer or a Moderator?)
Sometimes a break-up is a painful experience, and other times, it’s easy to let go because you know it’s time. And it really is for the best.