I have been weaning off of social media. Yesterday, I deleted my Twitter account entirely. I’ve decided to be far less active on Facebook, except for sharing things with people who might be interested.
The Feed is was gets me. It’s too much. It’s too much all at once. I gave it a shot. I gave it ten years. I told it everything I liked and everything I didn’t. After ten years, it was all at once too much.
I don’t need all of those inputs.
I just need a few.
I don’t need to play emotional/mental/spiritual roulette, good news, bad news, red space, black. Hot takes, rants, yours and mine. Pictures of everything just so.
I don’t want all of those inputs. I want the sun, the rain, the seasons. Sometimes, I want Pennsylvania to be more like California, I think, though I’ve never been there.
I want to go there, though.
I want the inputs of voices and eyes and inflections. People stuttering and blushing. The rolled-up gum of sweat and dirt and effort in the creases of my hands.
The Feed is what gets me. It’s left me overweight and undernourished, it’s an anemic drip I’m done stabbing myself for.
Today is the first sunny day in Pennsylvania in what feels like a week. There are goldfinches outside my window, eating seed I put there just for them. They are common, people say. I have never really noticed.
Even so, they’re brilliant.
One thought on “Why I’m Leaving Facebook, or, Weaning off The Feed (and Watching Finches)”
I know exactly how you feel. I deleted my Facebook account about two years ago. It was soul-destroying. I’ve never been on Twitter because I could never get the hang of it. Sometimes even WordPress can get a bit much with some of the rants and drama going about.
I totally agree with you about enjoying some face-to-face interaction and getting outside to delight in nature.