Today marks Day 2 of my Facebook detox (as my best friend called it this morning). Facebook detox is the perfect way to describe it. Especially after the eye-opening realization that came to me yesterday:
Facebook = Crack
I never realized how much I relied on Facebook in my down time. Need a quick break from working? Facebook! Waiting in line somewhere? Facebook! Walking from point A to point B? Facebook! The kid is watching Jake and the Neverland Pirates for the 765th time this week? Facebook!
I also never realized how many Facebook status updates I composed in my head throughout the day. I certainly never posted every thought that popped into my head (unlike some people who seem to think every thought is worthy of the FB status update) but I definitely constructed them in my mind. The kid did something funny? Facebook! Something pissed me off? Facebook! Read an article? Facebook! Saw a good deed? Facebook!
Facebook = Crack
(I would like to note at this point that I have never used crack. I do not actually know from firsthand experience what the effects of crack are on the human body.)
My friend was listening to NPR on her drive in to work this morning, and there was a story about stress and anxiety. Most of the people polled said news media and stories were the main sources of their stress and anxiety. The main blame was social media. I would love to find the print article or listen to the story. I did a quick Google search, and millions of articles came up about the effects that social media has on stress and anxiety. Millions.
I browsed a few, but I certainly don’t have time to read 48 million articles. I am guessing that many of these articles are actually about social anxiety disorder, without the media part of it. I wonder what the implications of social media are on those with social anxiety disorder? That would be a discussion for someone much smarter than me.
I hope that as I continue my detox I can stop thinking about status updates and what to do in my downtime and start focusing on being present in the real world. The real world with all of its random, crazy, ugly, beautiful and exciting chaos.
EDIT: My friend sent me the news article I mentioned above: Bingeing on Bad News Can Fuel Daily Stress