Social Media Sucks

You heard me. Good morning.

You know what I don’t miss about social media?

• Posting for everyone, in hopes that anyone is paying attention

• Giving away my most intimate moments to strangers

• Fishing for praise in the ordinary and exploiting the extraordinary

• Comparing my body

• Comparing my marriage

• Comparing my queerness

• Feeling older [read: struggling / worthless / invisible / disinteresting] when I’m the youngest person some of my favorite people spend time with - and they’re some of the most worthwhile, vibrant, interesting people I know

  

• Being regularly reminded that I should be working on myself

• Retraumatizing myself with abuse being aired openly by those processing their own experiences like an exhibitionsit for the collective cyber-peepers

• Traumatizing myself by spectating horrors worldwide

• Assuming my friends know what’s going on with me (bEcAuSe I pOsTed iT)

• Vaguebooking as a form of passive aggressive conflict avoidance

• Attempting to prove I’m happy / listening / paying attention / care

• Asserting I’m still cool

• Wasting time

• The way its very existence incites compassion and empathy fatigue

• Being anywhere but here, on the ground, where I am right now.

I hope you log out & read a real paper & glue book and look around you & laugh & feel today. Life is happening around you. Everything else is just uploads of the past.

- Frances