Social media is a dangerous game. Think of it like reality TV but in small, bite-sized chunks. It’s real but not really real.
I don’t know about your life but mine is rarely camera-ready or glitzy. It’s beautiful and blessed but it would be unlikely to garner hundreds of likes or clicks.
Besides, having to share your life with the internet is exhausting. Did I get the right light on that picture? Is my caption clever? Did I tag enough people. No thank you.
It’s a fact that a steady dose of social media can make you batty.
My wife was scrolling through Facebook the other night and it went like this,
I don’t know about your life but mine is rarely camera-ready or glitzy. It’s beautiful and blessed but it would be unlikely to garner hundreds of likes or clicks.
Besides, having to share your life with the internet is exhausting. Did I get the right light on that picture? Is my caption clever? Did I tag enough people. No thank you.
It’s a fact that a steady dose of social media can make you batty.
My wife was scrolling through Facebook the other night and it went like this,
- Jenny’s on a neat vacation with her parents
- That friend of yours from college is now...
- Did you know that you can clean pillows with...
I told her, as lovingly as I could muster, “Honey, I just don’t care.” Now, here me out. The fact is that I do care about people, especially friends. What I know about myself is that I don’t have the bandwidth to keep up with all of my friends’ real (or unreal) activities. For me, it’s better to catch up with them over a phone call or email than to have to keep track of them via social media.
It’s hard to practice The Quiet Life when you are filling your head with noise.
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