I deactivated my Facebook account two days ago. It's nice in a lot of ways not to have it, but I've become incredibly aware of how intertwined it is in my thoughts and actions since letting it go. I'm not going to say that everyone has allowed social media to be as tangled up in their lives as I have, but I don't think I'm the exception either. In a way it makes me think of the saying, "If a tree falls in the forest and makes no sound, did it really fall?"
I catch myself frequently throughout the day composing status posts in my head based on my current activity or thought process. I consider taking pictures of somewhat mundane things so I can post them with a witty caption. It seems that I can't do or think anything without automatically intending to share it on Facebook.
My observation is this: I have allowed Facebook to validate all my experiences. If I can't think something or do something without needing to share it on Facebook, then I have allowed Facebook to seep into that thought or experience in a way that requires it in order for fulfillment. I have given away the full experience and thought process - robbed myself of my own life by allowing Facebook constant input.
In conclusion: If an experience happens and it's not shared on Facebook, did it really happen?
Yes. Yes, it did.
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