Withdrawal, with regrets.

So, I’ve completed a whole week without Facebook. Yet, I’m still not a better person.

I thought I would be awash in actual human interaction, a daily planner filled with play-dates and adventures in the Great Big City, rather than living vicariously through my 320 virtual friends.

I wanted to meet up with friends in-person. To visit museums. To see plays. To become more active in community issues and actions. To live life in the real world.

Instead, I got hooked on Twitter.*

In neverending cycles of 140 characters or fewer, I got sucked into the interwebs again. Instead of following people I actually know, knew at some point, or know through other people, I became an acolyte of cults of personalities – intellectuals, experts, and merchants of snark. I followed news sites, pop culture figures, authors, activists, food writers, and the like. Instead of regaling my husband with stories from our friends’ lives on Facebook, I started spouting headlines, and quips (some witty, some not) from total strangers (“this guy who writes for this magazine says…”).

The phone was ever-glued to my hand; eyes glazed over from screen-vision; thumb, perpetually scrolling. I was still, sadly, dis-connecting.

Today is Monday. This week, I will reduce my Twittering. I will talk to people. I will read real, paper-bound books. I will phone a friend. I will write a letter. I will see a play. I will go to a meeting. I will put the phone down for periods of 30 minutes or more.

Does this really have anything to do with being a better or worse person? I doubt it. But still, that tree can fall in the woods without me.

 

*I did stay home with nasty cold and fever for 2 days, so some my human interaction time was curtailed.
Because germs.