I find the concept of social media overwhelming. As if I’m suppose to go on it everyday to see what people are doing. People whom I’m not all too concerned about or have given much a thought throughout the week. I think at my absolute peak, my Facebook had about one thousand of my not so closest friends on there. It worked well though. You need to be connected with everyone you meet where ever if you’re looking to party and get drunk every weekend — Friday included. For a while, it worked great for this purpose, however scandalous it may seem.

Now that the party life has long since passed, social media feels more like a nuisance than a means of keeping in touch. I find myself too distracted by all the bullshit friends share on there. It’s a wasteland of memes, graphic videos, and misinformation. It comes naturally. People gravitate towards information that support their own beliefs — rarely looking at ones that oppose it. It’s an echo chamber for everyone’s notions. I’m hard pressed to find anything useful on there just casually browsing. I’ve went as far as to unlike everything to clear the clutter. Fun fact, I was one of the first few thousand users on Instagram when it first launched prior to being acquired on Facebook. Its wide use to photograph everyones food was a more recent phenomenon in its history. Last I checked, I had only friends with a wide assortment of food blogs followed. Shit I’m genuinely interested in. Of course, anything my friends share gets shown on my feed, but it’s worlds better. It’s all ads if you take a deeper look.

In my time studying psychology, I did a number of reports on the effects of social media. Two in community college and one while at UCSB. More or less, my suspicions about its utility were confirmed through research I compiled. It does more harm than good, makes you less satisfied with life and weakens interpersonal relationships. It’s the new breeding ground for the socially inept generation who post for likes, hearts, and comments. It’s the feedback loop at work. It’s feeding into everyones fears of missing out while making your mind addicted to small hits of dopamine through likes and comments. Somehow, complex face-to-face communication has taken a backseat to more primitive texted-based communication. Replace hugs with heart emojis and facial cues with a smiley. It’s the not the same and never will be. When I browse, scroll, or flip through the feed, I take everything I see or read with a grain of salt.

It’s all bullshit.

I deactivated Facebook and Instagram a few days ago, and you know what? Seems like I didn’t need it. I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything from anyone I actually care about. Less ads, less memes and less of a burden on my mental health. Later world.

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