I’m going offline tomorrow. Taking a break from Facebook and other social media. I’ve become one of those people who constantly checks my phone to see what’s happening in the world. I’ve become 85% of the population.
I’ll probably only detox for a week but I want to see how it feels to not be obsessed with what my friends and the broader Universe is up to. To be honest I think it will freak me out a little – give me a huge dose of FOMO – and maybe even make me feel a little isolated.
I already know some of the things I won’t get to see while my phone sits idle. Glam shots of all my work buddies at a social event tomorrow night (I’ll be there too but it won’t matter because I won’t be posting photos). Fun stuff we get up to at work (eg; cheese platters and Snapchat). Endless photos of friends at Melbourne Cup parties all around the country. Pictures of kids and dogs.
There will be no Facebook reminders every morning … my beautiful Aunty’s Debbie’s birthday (she would have been 60 this week) … seven years since I ran the New York marathon … various flashbacks to the days when I’d get dressed up and drink champagne with other race goers in VIP marquees. No Facebook pokes to show me how great my life has been. It’ll be okay – I have my physical memories, I don’t need scheduling software to tell me what I’ve been up to in a cyber episode of This Is Your Life.
I’m looking forward to getting back time to do more productive things. Over the past few months I’ve become very aware of how many hours (maybe days) I can lose in scrolling absently through my feed, looking for something to interest me, randomly pressing the Thumbs Up button on friends’ posts. Any spare moment where I can feel boredom creeping in is an excuse to pick up my phone and see what’s happening on Facebook. TV Commercial breaks. Waiting for a meeting. Public transport. Standing in the line at the supermarket. Eating lunch. Sometimes I just pick up my phone to see what’s going on. Don’t judge me, you know you do the same.
I am frustrated and disappointed in myself that it’s come to this. That I’ve become so attached to my phone and social media that it’s time for a self imposed ban. I’m also a little freaked out that, as a person with friends and family all around the world, I will be missing out on their news. What if Shelley Belly sees a squirrel in the park in London? I won’t be able to like that. How will I feel in a week if I know that I missed out on seeing everyone bitching about the weather? No one will be able to see all the amazing food I’m eating. It could be a disaster for my social life and relationships.
Oh and if I miss your birthday, it's not my fault. I used to have a paper diary with everyone's birthdays in it, but Facebook got all clever and now everyone 'remembers' it's your special day. (Not me this week - sorry)
So here I go, posting this blog – and then detoxing for a while. Wish me luck. If you miss me and want to know what I’m up to, give me a call. I’ll be happy to email you a photo of my cat Asha playing a piano.