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"...and as we're stumbling back from the bar, hammered, screaming at each other, my mother drives passed us, taking my little sister to school. There I am, in the middle of the street, with a beer still tucked into my sleeve and I see my MOM. God, I have never seen her look so disappointed. " I am laughing at my friends story, but in my mind I am already trying to break that story down into a witty, understandable 150 characters to tweet later in the day. I calculate the probability of retweets and likes to the different variations of useable tweets I have cataloged in my brain. I decide to hold off on that tweet till something better comes along. SNAP! A flash goes off in my face and I instantly grab at the phone, trying in vain to see the damage this double chin picture is going to make on snap story. I pray she doesn't save it for Instagram on WCW. Although if she did, it would get a lot of likes. I look horrible, but its still pretty funny. Ok so gramming it wouldn't be the worst.
I can't get over how much social media has transformed my brain. When I'm in line I click on Instagram and scroll through the pictures I have already looked at 10 minutes before. When I'm sitting in the car I open twitter, looking to see what the celebrities I really don't care about are thinking. Even when I am in the bathroom I am checking snap chat and Vine; and throughout all of these I am still receiving and sending text messages! While I am busy patting myself on the back for my ability to multitask I might as well check Facebook even though its nearly obsolete now am I right?
It is no wonder that I am sleeping worse, need a steady dose of aspirin running through my veins and have a constant fear that people are doing fun stuff without me. It is Too. Much. Information. I can not be trusted with everyone thoughts, actions and feelings with just a touch of a button. I don't want to be able to see what my friends are doing while I am stuck at home doing the dishes. Why do I need to stalk the bitch I hate from high school just to see what stupid song lyric she still thinks is socially acceptable to make her status. Even worse, how am I suppose to avoid plans if social media can call me out on my lies? Damn you bubble bath post, I was suppose to be out to dinner with Grandma.
I think its time to delete some apps. Slowly but surely I need to disengage myself from other peoples lives and focus on my own. Shutting the phone off at night, letting the notifications go for a few hours, maybe even deleting twitter all together so my thoughts can form into actual sentences again. That would be nice. But for now, I think I'll avoid that challenge by checking snapchat, Instagram, FB, Twitter, Vingle, but not Vine. You can call that progress, but I just call it not having headphones.
It's funny because I'm always torn between thinking "man I need to get off the phone" and thinking "it's great I can do things like this on the go so easy." I don't think it's about totally disconnecting, but knowing the right limits!
Glad to see that the internet can take over your life. You will sleep better if you turn off the phone