Crappy 10-second video clips from a concert. Middle school alum pitching yet another MLM post for some bullsh*t hair or diet product. Unqualified individual who thinks wearing Gymshark gives them the same credibility as a personal trainer. Holier-than-thou woke white culture. Both poorly and well-executed DIY projects. The list of goes on.
Remember me? I’ve been MIA from my social channels lately, and not gonna lie, it’s been… pretty great.
In my last post I talked about dissociation and winter depression, which is something very real that I experience this time of year. In addition to being self-aware of the symptoms associated with that (and since it ain’t my first rodeo with depression), I try not to wallow and take proactive steps in promoting mental wellbeing. Lemme tell y’all something – deleting social media has been a massive relief.
I’ve gone through bouts in the past where I’ve deleted my social media apps for a couple weeks when I thought I was using them too much or they were negatively affecting me. Seven weeks ago, I deleted my Instagram and deactivated my Facebook (honesty check: I did cheat *once* over the past two months and posted one photo on my personal account before swiftly deleting the app again). I can tell you from the bottom of my heart that I do not miss these things at all, and being free of them makes me think, what purpose do these darn things serve?
For a long time, I rationalised having social media as keeping me in touch with my family and friends whilst living in a different country. The truth? That’s bogus! If I want to get in contact with my friends and family, I’ll contact them, or they’ll contact me. If Covid has taught us anything, it’s that we don’t need to frequent social media to stay connected to our loved ones. We can be personal and, y’know, contact those people directly by sending a message instead of liking a photo. Crazy, right?
We can’t discuss social media without recognising comparison. We often call these channels a ‘blog’ or ‘networking platform,’ but we’re kidding ourselves if we don’t consider these descriptors a guise for what we all know is a glorified d*ck measuring contest.* There is a spectrum here – from incessant to sporadic posters, from thirst-traps to those who genuinely want to show something ‘post-worthy’ they’ve seen or experienced. I, like many of us, have several personal achievements in my life, of which I’ve worked really hard for and am proud. Why do I need to post these things? Why can’t they simply exist in my own, personal life? Do I need to share the too-pretty-to-eat meal I ate in a restaurant? Do I need to show off my abs with a sweaty gym selfie? F*ck no! Ready for this wild concept – it’s totally cool and just as satisfying to accomplish and enjoy things for yourself, not for an audience.
If I ever felt tempted to re-download these channels, the ire I’ve felt in writing this post is enough to sustain putting me off. Appreciate the people around you, stop comparing yourself to someone else’s life/body/brunch, get off your phone, and live for yourself – not an app.
*I googled ‘thesaurus d*ck measuring contest’ and was not satisfied with the results. If you know a more eloquent way of communicating what I’m trying to say here, please let me know 🙂