Social media, I don’t know how to quit you.
There was a time when I used to make and create things in the real life. Now I read about making and creating things on the Interwebs. Blurgh, I’m so first-world.
Digital noise, you’re giving me a headache.
I suppressed the urge to destory of all my accounts because that seemed a bit extreme and overly emotional, but the self-loathing I feel when I check my phone every three minutes is no good. Why can’t I just sit with strangers in a coffee shop or stand in line at the Walmarts without seeing who else on Facebook is sitting with strangers or standing in line?
Real life, I miss you.
Friends, how many social media accounts do you have? Try to remember. Because when I managed to get my brain cells up and working I came up with a list of 16. Yep, 16 different social media accounts. Oh, I’m sure I forgot a few – and my login information, for sure.
I did what needed to be done.
Accounts I deleted:
Accounts I kept but deleted off my phone:
I’m three days in. Real life is so much better. My phone is just phone – well, a phone with sudoku.
You should totally try this, by the way. You’ll love it. I prom promise.