Leaving Facebook after five years of active use and three years of inactivity was the easiest decision ever. Snapchat seems like a platform for teens or adults with a similar mentality, so I gave up on that almost immediately, although there’s room to accommodate moments that are randomly “Snap-worthy.”
Instagram is a hot mess of well-manicured falsehoods, that are arranged for the purpose of heightening hysteria over how acceptable inadequacies are never deemed “Insta-worthy.” And while I hate the damage being done to the mental state of impressionable minds, I can’t deny the pure luck of being mature enough to handle the weightiness of perfection, that’s swiftly delivered with a single swipe.
However, when it comes to Twitter, don’t expect me to jump ship anytime soon because I don’t intend to quit the daily grind of faithful participation.
It’s been a little over a decade since social media platforms seized our method of engagement and catapulted users into the realm of extremes, that has quite frankly filtered into the mainstream in ways that may never be revocable.
When it all started, there was the revolutionary way in which we could link the past and present with seamless precision, and the accompaniment of all the things that we lie about when we appear at high school reunions or deal with pressure from co-workers…
