Can I be honest? I am challenged by social media. Even as I write this, I am aware of my own hypocrisy. I myself have become dependent on the very thing I struggle with. I cannot ignore that despite all the good social media does to connect me with loads of people I would otherwise have no connection with, it still leaves me with an undeniable strand of sadness that has infiltrated my life. Is it just me?
Don’t get me wrong. I want to know that those whose lives have touched mine are doing well and thriving. Nonetheless, there is something about a constant stream of favorable snapshots and self aggrandizing promotions that keeps me insulated from the truth – the truth of who you might be to me, and the truth of who I might be to you.
When I only show you the most favorable of images (guilty), it gives you the impression that somehow you know me, but sadly, this is just a smokescreen. Through implied consent we give each other enough personal information to invite each other in. We bring each other closer, but only as close as we can bear, which in truth is not very close at all – it is a very “Photoshop-ed” kind of relationship. Is this acceptable to you? Let me be so bold as to say, it makes me feel lonely.
Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I believe that there is a sacredness to relationship. A holiness to intimacy. For me, true connection requires time and space, and I find social media is a poor substitute, because it numbs me to the delicate, preciousness of life that could exist between us. When I allow myself to believe that my “virtual eavesdropping” on the lives of others is an adequate substitute for concrete connection, then by extension I also fall prey to believing that I am not really “Liked” if that familiar “thumbs up” icon is not lit up.
Is this really what we are consenting to as a culture? This subtle message is not good for anyone’s soul. I personally don’t want to spend a day of my life feeling un”Like“ed. I want the real deal.
Is it just me?
With wishes for WholeIness,