Once again, it comes to this.
Blogging repentance.
I have never been good at blogging. Let's be real. Just take a little look at my past record of blogging.
Pitiful.
Slightly Humorous.
(P.S. I re-read my past posts, and I found an unsightly error. There is a post from Fiji that ends in "Mothe!" Ummm...it actually should be "Moce!". The -c- is just pronounced with a -th- sound. ERKWARD. Let's just pretend that didn't happen.)
Anyway, it is time for re-resolutions. This re-resolution comes after much thought, pondering, and prayer.
And it starts a little over a month ago when I deleted my Facebook account.
Deleting my Facebook wasn't a whimsical, in-the-moment decision. I contemplated, denied, accepted, pondered, and resolved before actually going through with it. I don't really feel like I need to explain why I did it; I think you have all felt the same thing I was feeling. Tired of the mindless wandering through newsfeeds and friends, tired of the posts that I didn't want to see, tired of the re-postings and re-re-postings of articles, tired of the rants that I didn't really want to read, tired of the rude comments, tired of feeling creepy because you know everything about that one girl from high school.
I was just tired of it.
I tried deleting friends, I really did.
You know how lots of people delete friends they don't really know anymore, so they don't see posts that they don't really want to see?
I gave it a good shot. I deleted over 300 peeps.
But I still have almost 900 friends.
Not because I am, like, so popular.
Not because I initiate adding friends.
But because I was born in 1991.
During my high school years, Facebook was AWESOME. Seriously. You added anyone who added you, you posted tons of pictures, you loved looking through everyone's pictures, you liked everything, you actually wrote comments that were meaningful, you posted on people's walls, you got comments from people more than just your closest peeps or your far out friends.
You didn't have Twitter.
You didn't have Instragram.
You didn't have Mine-whatever, Candy Crush Something, or Angry/Flappy/Happy Birds.
Heck, you didn't even have texting.
You only had Facebook.
Thus, 5-7 years later, I still have a million friends. And guess what? I still like the people I deleted. (If I knew them...) I JUST AM TIRED OF BEING CREEPY BECAUSE I KNOW THINGS ABOUT PEOPLE I NEVER SEE ANYMORE.
I would just rather ask them about their lives in person. That's all.
And you know what? There are a lot of other, more important things to think about than what that one kid from middle school had for breakfast and what he thought about the last political movement.
Like, for instance, how to love that one kid in your class or how to make someone's day.
I'm not saying Facebook is bad. I actually still really like Facebook. I like keeping in touch with people. I like liking pictures. I like seeing posts. I like uplifting video posts.
I just felt it wearing on my spirit.
And so I deleted it.
And, thus, by disconnecting myself, I actually connected myself. I connected myself to reality. I connected myself to the people I love. I connected myself to productivity.
I connected myself to my OWN thoughts and my OWN opinions and my OWN feelings, instead of being blasted with a post or re-post about someone else's. I connected myself to spiritual sensitivity. I connected myself to BOOKS! I connected myself to hobbies.
Dude! I am so CONNECTED!
I sure feel connected.
Do I sometimes wish I could go on Facebook for quick peek? Sure.
Did I check Preston's Facebook when James and Michelle posted pictures from their engagement? Sure.
Is my Facebook gone forever? Nope.
It is just gone until my spirit tells me it's okay. It's gone until I have solidified my new commitments. It's gone until I figure out my goals and my life. It's gone permanently temporarily. And I love it.
I have thought a lot about social media in this little decision; it isn't bad. It can just be misused, like so many things of this world. In my pondering, I have made some statements that express my feelings about social media consumption:
Don't just read blogs, write them.
Don't judge someone's virtual self, love their real self.
There are just two of them so far. But I think they are kind of catchy.
And I figured I better start with my hypocritical self.
So. Here is MY OWN blog post. About my own social media consumption.
Will anyone read this post?
I have no idea. But guess what? When you disconnect yourself from some things, like social media obsession, you connect yourself with other things, like your own opinions.
And you don't really care what anyone else thinks or if they read your blog post.
