Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off – then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. ~Herman Melville, Moby Dick
Confession: Social media overwhelms me.
There is so much out there–on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, Pinterest, Tumblr, Instagram, the blogosphere…..wherever I look. A lot of it is junk, and a lot of it is wonderful. The junk overwhelms me–ads, spam, arguments instigated by people who have no intention of listening to the other side. The wonderful stuff overwhelms me, too–the petitions, the photos, the sharing. As someone who takes words seriously, I feel obligated to give everything my attention–if someone posts something, they want to be heard. As I writer, when I write words, I want them to be read, so it feels only fair that I extend others the same courtesy. But after a while, it’s draining to try to keep up. I find myself floundering in a sea of intentions, wanting to give everyone and everything the attention it deserves.
When I start to feel this way, it’s time to step back. Time to retreat–not in the sense of fleeing, but of regrouping. I’m one of those paradoxes much of the world seems not to understand–an introvert deeply in love with humanity–and I’m realizing lately that just as I don’t serving myself (or anyone) well by socializing 24/7, it’s also not good for me to be online all the time.
Recently I read a thought-provoking post about how the internet, contrary to much popular belief, is real–the interactions and relationships here aren’t just electronic fictions. If this is the case, then these interactions and relationships demand just as much, in their own ways, as those in the “real world”–and they can be just as fulfilling and just as taxing.
Like many of us, I spend a lot of time on social media without realizing it. It’s easy to turn to as entertainment. And like many of us, I’m hard-pressed to say exactly what it is I’m doing here.
Which leads me to my second confession: Social media underwhelms me.
At the heart of it, I realize, when I click absentmindedly over to Facebook or WordPress or Twitter, what I’m looking for is connection. Sometimes I find it, but it’s seldom what my soul or mind is craving. Yes, there are tons of gorgeous souls online. But my online interactions, for the most part, don’t seem to give voice to the full depth and breadth of my need for connection. I see a post here, an update there. I read a few blog posts. And overwhelmingly, I come away feeling a little empty, a little sad, because what I went out looking for is still nebulously “out there” somewhere. I love seeing pictures of people’s beautiful children and critters. I love knowing about their triumphs. But all of that is also a reminder of how we let people into our lives these days largely in snapshots and soundbytes. And that isn’t enough for me.
Sometimes I wonder which of us our technology is serving. Some of us like to be interconnected with tons of people, and for that, social media can be wonderful. Others–like me–prefer the company of a few close friends, a handful of kindred spirits, and we stink at chitchat. As I scroll through my feeds, I find myself wishing that I could sit down with you people, that we could actually get to know each other, that we could push past the politics and the selfies and the LOLcats and talk about ideas. Really deep-down dive into them, roll up our sleeves, explode our minds and change, if not the world, our worlds.
I have a lot of things to think about. I also have a lot of work to do. I pulled up a file from two years ago–a novel that I want to completely rework, and I’m excited about it. I have all these other things I’m interested in, too–like gardening, playing the piano, making messy art. I want to reconnect with this kooky girl I used to know.
So it’s time to pull my craft back temporarily from the internet ocean and return to the inland sea. For the next month, I’ll be abstaining from social media of all sorts. I’m also going to give myself the grace of not feeling like I have to “catch up” when I return. I’m really looking forward to this vacation, and I’m excited about what I will make and do and discover. I wish you fair winds for your own journeys, and I’ll see you on the other side of April.
4 thoughts on “Time to Get to Sea: Thoughts on a Social Media Sabbatical”
Good voyage Brenna – will be waving to you from the shore when you return! 🙂
Thanks! I’ll look for you. 🙂
Will see you when you get back to Hobbiton, Brenna. (Or maybe I should say see you when you emerge from Hobbiton!) Stay well, my friend. I fully agree with your thoughts on social media being underwhelming in many ways, but I have been glad to meet you within all the shallow chatter! 🙂
Sue, you are one of the shiniest fishes in all the sea. ❤
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