Walking past the kiddos’ room one recent evening, I heard crying.
“Daddy,” my son said, when he was still sobbing twenty minutes later so I relented and went in, “I don’t want to grow up, because if I do, I won’t be able to fit in your lap any more.”
I asked him to repeat that, because all I heard after “because if I do” was “I couldn’t be a Toys R Us kid.”
After he repeated himself, I sat down, forming a lap, and patted him over.
“Don’t worry,” I said as he plopped down on my legs, cutting off all circulation. “As you grow, I’ll just eat lots and lots of food so I get bigger.”
My son considered these words for a moment, and then burst into a new round of tears. “But Daddy,” he objected, “if you get bigger, you’ll break the house!”
This. My son fearing I’ll expand beyond the capacity of my house walls due to overeating.
This is why I have given up on social media.
Or at least dialed it way, way back.
Now a lot of folks who are going off-line or getting off the grid these days whine and drone on and on about corporate snooping and unconstitutional government surveillance.
Well, they can keep their tin foil hats. Those things are not my style.
And they’re utterly ineffective against government mind control rays.
If you want to properly shield your brain, you need to go lead or gold foil. Which is expensive and uncomfortable.
Not to mention, it gets you strange looks walking down the street.
(And mugged, more often than not, when it comes to the gold foil hats.)
But for me, social media had become an addiction that distracted me from family time and writing/editing time.
Also, work time, but that was more of a benefit than a disadvantage, in my view.
So, over the recent holiday weekend, I quit the internet cold turkey.
Just for the weekend, mind you, as an experiment to see how I fared. I’m not crazy.
The biggest benefit was that, with the mobile data setting on my phone off, my battery life went way up. Like 10% improvement up.
I know. Impressive.
The secondary benefit was I became aware of this strange, seemingly-but-actually-not intangible aura surrounding me.
The Missus, upon my commenting on this dawning awareness, snorted and said it was called ‘reality’.
I like reality. There are people and places and things that I can actually touch, feel, taste, and smell.
OK, the smell aspect isn’t always a winner, especially with kiddos still in diapers, but overall, a very worthwhile experience. Especially kissing. It feels way nicer to kiss real lips than displayed lips during a Skype session.
Last but not least, I must point out that during my 72 hours of disconnect, I didn’t miss the internet.
Considering how obsessive I am when it comes to checking for likes on Facebook, retweets on twitter, and visits on my blog, this came as quite a surprise.
How much of a surprise?
Well, usually when writing a blog post, I pause six or seven times during the writing to see if any of my other posts have gotten a hit since I last checked.
This post? Haven’t checked once.
Well, more than once.
The point is, I’m getting better. I’ve proven to myself that I don’t need it as much as I need things like food, water, and oxygen.
Even though it used to feel like I did need it, and in this order of priority:
- Internet access
- Ice cream
- Hot baths with scented candles and Tangerine Dream playing in the background
The long weekend is over now, and obviously, since this blog entry exists, I have not given up on the internet entirely.
But I have scaled way back.
And in doing so, I’ve found I have more time and, more importantly, more patience around my family, friends, and coworkers.
(Since my boss told me I had to develop more patience over my probationary period, this is a double win for me!)
No longer do I view these ‘reality’ interactions as annoying but apparently mandatory distractions from being on-line and getting the latest status updates on people I’ve never met.
You know what else I did with this additional free time?
I got back to editing my next book, Balloons of the Apocalypse. The sequel I’d originally planned to release this May, but which sat ignored on my computer for months. Why?
Because after I’d gritted my teeth through my work day, and then endured the dull agony of family time, I only had enough energy for one more thing. And when forced to choose between my indie writing career and on-line friends’ social updates, I chose the latter.
The latter plus watching that video of a wombat improbably attired in a Speedo wrestling with, and then eating, a python wearing a fedora.
I miss that video. It is awesome, but I’ve lost the link. Anyone have it?
But I digress. The point is, until completing this off-line experiment, I had no idea the former option, or any non-social media option, for that matter, was even a viable choice.
Turns out it is a viable choice.
Need a breakdown to decide if quitting social media is for you? Happy to oblige, because I’m a public service kinda guy.
Pros of internet and social media
- That guy you follow on twitter because he’s a writer too? See exactly what he had for lunch today
- Find out the horoscope for Libra even though you aren’t a Libra, or believe in horoscopes, because that very nice lady in Cleveland, Ohio (or so her profile claims) shares hers. Every. Day.
- Discover the dinosaur-murdering truth about Steven Spielberg (that a-hole!)
- Develop a deep and abiding hatred for family and friends because they are constantly interrupting your attempts to catch up on Facebook
- Have a faceless, uncaring government build a detailed dossier on you based on where you surf, what you post, and what you buy, solely so they can predict your every behaviour, and when democracy is overthrown, know exactly where to send the shock troops to arrest you
- Have a faceless, uncaring corporation build a detailed dossier on you based on where you surf, what you post, and what you buy so that they can make money off you without compensating you. Also, so they can predict when someone in your household is pregnant and send you coupons for baby formula. Actually, that one might be kinda handy…
- The warm, cozy, but totally unwarranted belief that every time you tweet a link to buy your book on Amazon, it’s clicked on by thousands of eager fans-to-be. Or hundreds. Or even one
Cons of internet and social media
- Incensed hatred of anyone, especially young children, who want you to forsake the internet in order to meet their social interaction needs
- Lower productivity
- Can cause Repetitive Motion Injuries and/or flare-ups
- If a lot of the people you follow are female writers of a certain age, they have this thing called Beefcake Friday, where they barrage your feed with unwanted pictures of muscular, shirtless, well-oiled men, often fire fighters, which, coupled with the lower productivity already mentioned above, makes you feel even more inadequate as a man. Also, wouldn’t being slathered in oil make a fire fighter more flammable? Is that wise?
I’ve done the math, and I didn’t even need a calculator! I will be doing a lot less internetting going forward. Which is good news for my family, coworkers, and anyone waiting for my next book.
But it’s very bad news for my oncologist. My poor, poor oncologist.