By Danielle Gorman
On Monday, July 25th I gave up Facebook.
Not permanently, you see. Just for the month. I noticed recently that I’ve become too dependent on social media. I’ve devoted hours of time I could’ve been using to cultivate talents, try new things, and build lasting relationships, but instead I dragged my finger endlessly across the screen while I waited to find something golden—a little nugget of entertainment that would make my day.
I came to the realization this month that Facebook isn’t like it used to be. When I first joined Facebook, nearly 7 years ago, it was a platform to share what was going on in your day. I almost can’t remember the last time I read a post about someone’s actual life. Facebook has been taken over by memes, viral videos, and political posts pushing agendas right and left.
I can’t take it anymore. I’ve had it with the constant entertainment, the shallow interest in people’s lives, and the mindless wave of ignorant and useless information spewed by media and person alike. So I’m giving it up.
Again—not permanently. What I’m doing right now is an experiment. I want to see what happens to me in a month of no Facebook. I’m not giving up every form of social media, but that’s because I don’t think every form is as useless as Facebook (the only use I can think of that’s actually worthwhile is seeing pictures of family and friends, especially my adorable nephew). Apps like Pinterest and Instagram will continue to find a home in my heart and my home screen because they’re useful.
Instagram makes me happy (my feed is mainly pictures of puppies and exotic travel destinations) while Facebook demeans my intelligence and insults my sensitivities. Pinterest excited my creative side with its many recipes and style ideas while Facebook lulls me into a vegetative state of complacency as I scroll and scroll and do nothing productive.
So what do I hope to get out of this?
I know that’s not a lot, but it’s going to make a world of difference in my life. And I can feel it already, even though we’re only a week gone. I feel lifted from stress and negativity in a way I haven’t felt in years.
How do you think I’ll feel in three weeks? Glad I gave it up? Or raving like an addict wanting her fix? Should we run a gamble on how many notifications you think I’ll have waiting for me at the end? Or perhaps I’ll up and delete my account. We’ll just have to wait and see.