I finally had it today.
I deactivated my Facebook account and for the time being, I have no intention on going back. I think my Instagram isn't too far behind. I have no doubt that that means that this blog's stats are about to fall through the floor and that I'll probably never hear from 95% of my "friends" again, but I can't even make myself care right now.
I am tired of feeling disappointed when I see 14 pictures and full descriptions of yet another get-together that I wasn't invited to and even worse another party that my kids weren't invited to. I am an introvert and my social needs truly aren't very high, but I find myself surrounded more and more by very, very extroverted friends who seem to thrive on letting everyone know play-by-play updates on their social life....where they are and who they're with and how awesome their lives are. And though I tell myself that I don't have any desire to attend gourmet dinners or to hang out with friends practically every night of the week, having it thrown in my face at every turn makes me care more than I should.
And don't even get me started on how unhealthy this compulsion to share all the details of our social lives is for the younger generation...especially the quiet ones (like I was). As a teenager I would've melted in a puddle if I'd known all the fun things the people around me were doing while I was sitting at home reading a book on a Friday night. Heck, I'm a grown adult with an established sense of who I am and I still care too much. Imagine these young teenagers who have it thrown in their faces in the midst of still figuring out who they are.
All of the unfiltered social garbage combined with the fact that I am becoming increasingly convinced that social media is making us, as a generation and as individuals, completely self-absorbed, I am feeling up in arms. What is the value in taking endless selfies, posting status updates several times a day, fishing for compliments, hinting about things you "need," bragging endlessly about how many fun things you did that day, or constantly complaining about how hard your life is, etc? There is no real value in any of it and I'm as guilty as the next person in engaging myself in it full-heartedly. No more though.
True value is found in the flesh and blood of the friends and family around us
and that's where I want to be spending more of my time.
For the three of you who might be worried (Hi Mom, Dad, and Kristina!), don't worry....I will go on blogging. But I will also continue, as I have for the last few years, to be conscientious about not blogging about exclusive social events or birthday parties (either mine or the kids), so as not to cause others around me undue pain about not being invited. And lest you think that I'm being dramatic by referring to it as "pain," it is truly painful, no matter how old you are, to feel like you're on the outside looking in. I'd rather just not know.