Lately it seems like every time we go to my cottage, I have some sort of epiphany. It usually happens when I take a walk in the woods – I need to live by water! We need another cat! I should go blonde! Unfortunately, the enthusiasm I feel for this epiphany in the moment, slowly wanes during the drive back into the city. This weekend’s epiphany went something like: I am done with social media! And for about 2 hours, I really meant it. Then I got back to the cottage and browsed Instagram. Ugh.
I know why I felt that way though. Lately the pull towards these social media platforms lacks the excitement it once had. It’s become a reflex. Something to do. Facebook lost its appeal for me about 5 years ago. I barely ever post anything on there anymore yet I can’t seem to completely cut myself off. There are hundreds upon hundreds of images of me on there, documenting moments of my life and I have a hard time letting those go. And I still like to kill time by creepily browsing my news feed and peeking into people’s lives; people who I most likely haven’t spoken to or seen in years. The whole thing makes me feel a tad yucky. But I still do it. Waiting at the doctor’s office or in line at the grocery store.
I never got on the Twitter bandwagon but Instagram has become an absolute addiction. I love the visual aspect of the platform and I still get a kick out of following people’s days through snapshots. However, I do find that I follow a lot of people (strangers) who I love to hate on. People who only post selfies, who brag about what they have, who appear on reality shows – I secretly judge them. But I follow them nonetheless. I know, it’s terrible.
And then there are the people I follow who make me feel bad about myself; whose lives seem so perfect and worry-free. I follow them and compare myself to them. Even though I know that one image does not paint a picture of anyone’s life and that everyone has their own baggage, I still allow my insecurities to tell me that “they” are better/happier. A total waste of time but it’s addictive. Recently, I started to unfollow the folks who fall into either of those categories in hopes of getting back to the essence of Instagram – getting inspired and sharing moments in time. Again, I am kind of failing miserably but I am trying…
I suppose the first step with addiction is acknowledging that you have a problem.
// Have you changed your social media habits? Is it a guilty pleasure for you or something you use purely to communicate with friends?