Unsocial medium

It’s a chilly Saturday morning. Sunny, nonetheless, which is great after a rainy few days.

I open my Mac, click “Connect”. That familiar blue bar appears. No notifications. Benumbed I scroll through my news feed. *Debbie Erasmus has been tagged in *Elsie Vermeulens feed. “Thanks for lunch. You really blessed us today.” I keep scrolling. *Deon Greyling’s latest food Instagram of his homemade dolmades appears and dissapears as I keep scrolling. Why do I do this to myself? *Surika Nel is now in a relationship. Shoot me now.

I look up. Scan over my room. Josef’s belly slowly rises and falls, sleeping like a baby in a crack of sunlight on my bed. Somewhere far away an alarm goes off. The sparrow on my window sill examines me before vanishing into the blue, thin air. The rest of the house is deserted.

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What can I post? Lunch isn’t particularly pretty and I’m not in a relationship. No one invited me to anything this weekend.

I used to love spending time alone. Why does it annoy me so much to go through these feeds? Oh, it really really does irritate me. Why do I keep coming back to Facebook though? More importantly, why do I feel the need to post something, even if it’s just something pretty I saw on Pinterest?

It’s as if I have this urge to yell – “I’m also here!”. Man, I feel like a phoney. These days I’m inclined to just walk away. Escape, shut down.

The issue of social media and loneliness has been on my mind for quite some time now. It’s no surprise that social media increases loneliness.

It’s not often that a video infographic grabs my attention, but today this one really made me think.

An interesting point the above makes is that we sacrifice conversation with mere connectivity. What’s more, we craft our opinions and our images so that we come across as these spotless, affluent individuals that don’t really “need” other people.

I’m not saying there’s something wrong with posting a pouted selfi, I’m just saying we’ve exchanged quality for quantity. We live in a world where likes has become more important than hugs. The amount of online friends far exceeds the amount of people that will actually be around when you you’re on your death bed.

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