I'm half way through my social media hiatus and tonight was the 1st time I logged in to get ready for my memories. Something I wanted to do due to my sons 5th birthday tomorrow.
But it got me thinking...
Looking at memories is like needing likes... I don't need Facebook "friends" to wish him a happy birthday. Many couldn't give a big fuck about it! Why?... I honestly don't know. Just 5 mins of scrolling through my feed tonight made me anxious.
It's getting to the point I had Facebook to feed my insecurities in myself. I needed it to make myself feel better. Why was I sharing photos of my kids? Why was I updating my days events or how hards it been with my kids when most people on my list wouldn't even care?! Because I needed validation I am OK and liked by people!?
This isn't aiming or digging at anyone but fuck it really got me wondering how much Facebook is an addiction.
I caught up with a friend over the weekend I hadn't seen in close to a year - because I reached out and sent a message. I said I'd do that more and it's working. I'm doing it bit by bit and cementing my true friendships.
I don't know if I'll ever log back in full time... if 5 mins made me feel anxious what's a weeks worth going to do?
For some reason my app won't let me attach a photo... but Google Likeaholic and it shows me...
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