Day 10 of My Self-Imposed Social Media Blackout

I made it over a week. I still haven’t decided if I’m going to go so far as to delete my accounts. I may keep them and pop in every now and then. I see nothing wrong with recreational use of social media. However, as with anything in life, when taken to excess it becomes a serious problem.


Coffee and breakfast for me! Have a great day, everyone!

– Duch

Social Media Withdrawal

This is a post about addiction, but it has a political backstory.

Wednesday morning I got up and checked Facebook. The election was over and I saw numerous negative, backbiting comments from too many people in my feed. Whether they were on the Left or Right, it didn’t seem to matter. I haven’t seen so much hate since junior high. Those on the Left were not winning gracefully, and those on the Right were not losing gracefully either. It was a clear example of our divided nation. I found it disgusting. We are better than that.

I made one post that morning, stating that I’d had enough. I don’t remember exactly how I worded it but basically I said that I wouldn’t be on Facebook or Google+ for the rest of the week because I’d had it. I’m tired of this behavior. I do remember my closing statement. I said that we are better than the politicians we despise.

That was Wednesday morning around 7am, Central time. I started getting twitchy yesterday afternoon, going less than 48 hours without checking or posting to Facebook and Google+.

I’m embarrassed to say, I’m going through social media withdrawal! I come across things I want to post. Nothing important – just little trivial stuff! What have I become? Am I just as addicted as I think my teen boy is to his video games? Geez, I couldn’t resist blogging about this. But I didn’t link this post to Facebook… Yes, like an addict, I rationalize my behavior.

What’s happened to me? What’s happened to society? What have we become?

I began my hiatus from Facebook and Google+ as a “week vacation” from the political nonsense. Today, I decided I want to see how long I can go. I’ve even marked off a corner of the whiteboard in my office:

I wonder how long withdrawal symptoms last…