Here’s what happens when you stop sharing your life on social media.
Live your life. Not theirs.
Two years ago, I hit the little “x” in the corner of the Snapchat app. I used it more than Twitter. Hell, I even used it more than Facebook. Every single time one of those snaps came in, I had to open it. Not to mention all the time I spent taking a photo, captioning it and figuring out who to send it to.
What a waste.
But for all the time I saved, I was also jittery. And in some ways, I’m still jittery about sharing things online. It took work to experience a fun life event without putting it on social media.
There have been so many wonderful things that have happened over these past few months, but you won’t find it on my social media profiles. Maybe if you read my writing, but that’s probably it. I don’t upload anything.
I’m just experiencing my life for myself. Which, if I’m not mistaken, is the whole fucking point of life, right?
It’s kind of like going to a concert and recording the whole thing on your phone. Do you know how many people record concerts on their phone and never go back and watch it? You always see this in concert footage. A sea of people holding up there phones instead of taking it in that Justin Timberlake is five fucking feet away from them.
Life isn’t as fun on a computer screen. Not everything you do needs to be shared with the world. Privacy is nice and certainly needed nowadays.
But what’s best is truly enjoying a moment for yourself and yourself only.
Why does that feel like a radical idea?
