The more time I spent on my personal social media pages, the less I wanted to be there, personally.
I love the interactions I have with strangers over common interests. But when it comes to people I know in real life – it is just draining. I was constantly asked if I saw what so-and-so posted, or if I saw some video that was going around Facebook.
No and no.
And you can not imagine how much tension is lost (on my end) when someone asks if I saw something and my simple response is, I don’t have Facebook. End of conversation. No one ever shows me whatever is going around, or the photos. It is just the end of the conversation.
This evening I had quite a fit over Facebook. Yes, Facebook. The same Facebook that I quit cold turkey three months ago.
I decided it would not be a bad thing to have a Facebook PAGE, not to be confused with a Facebook PROFILE. Two very different things. But, in order to have a PAGE you have to have a profile. Which I no longer had (permanently deleted status, right here). So I had to make a new profile in order to create the said page. I spent all week working the page; the cover photo, the about section… getting everything “just right”. Only to lose my shit tonight because I could not for the life of me connect my (business) Instagram page to my Facebook PAGE. My personal Instagram page would connect… but I did not want that account to connect. I wanted the “business” account. In an attempt to get the business account to connect properly I temporarily disabled my personal Instagram account.
Needless to say, it did not work. And I could not log into my personal Instagram page. The login page kept saying to check back in a few hours, but a google search said to give it seven days.
After an adult beverage and actually verbalizing my frustrations with my husband I realized, I probably was not missing much. If I was unable to recover my personal account, oh well.
I really could care less about most of what the actual people I knew in real life were posting about. Especially since I was not really seeing anything from them because of the excellent algorithms in place.
Oh, you went on vacation, cool.
A storm destroyed a part of your property, that sucks.
Your baby is walking, how exciting!
That is the extent of any potential responses. TELL ME SOMETHING INTERESTING ABOUT YOUR LIFE. Like really interesting. Tell me something you stand for. Something you believe it. I could give a rats ass that you were out drinking last night celebrating God knows what.
All I am looking at is a very specific moment in your day/life. An Instagram/Facebook worthy moment of time. A pretty time. We only want to see and share the pretty moments of our perfect lives to prove to other people that we are doing this thing called life, right.
And I get it, we all do it. I do it. But I don’t want to talk about it with you the next time I see you in public.
My vacation was good; the concert was great; yes, my kids are getting big.
If it were not for the various social media platforms, you would not have seen that photo and I would not have seen yours.
If you are not someone I would send a photo to – why would I post it for you to see?
This is something I keep struggling with and I am not sure why.
I love it and I hate it.
If I could just find a way to exist online without having to deal with all the acquaintances in my life that would be perfect. Because people take this shit way too seriously and God forbid you don’t accept their friend request.
Am I the only one who has this issue with Social Media? Do you love it? Do you hate it? Why?
*** After my deep self-reflection I was able to log into my personal Instagram; switched my business account back to personal and was able to connect my Facebook.