Yesterday, my mother asked me if I was in touch with an old friend. Well on Facebook, I replied. What does that mean? My mother asked. I did not know how to answer. I am able to follow this person's life, to rattle off statistics. I am not in touch.
This afternoon, I hit a breaking point. It had been maybe my 100th scroll through my Facebook news feed that day (or maybe...that hour.) Very little had changed from the last time I checked. Perhaps another baby photo appeared for me to quickly smack a 'like' button.
I didn't know what I was looking for, what kind of connection I was trying to make.
It is a death sentence, in the toy industry, to make what is called a 'watch-me' toy. A toy that may be technologically advanced, that may cause oohs and ahhs but, in the end, does not allow for any sort of real interactivity, any real play. I am starting to think that Facebook, for me, has become a bit of a 'watch-me' toy.
So, I've decided to lay off Facebook for a while. I'm not using it well and I'm not sure what I am gaining from the hours I clock there, scrolling through. I love a lot of people. I email with them. I talk to them on the phone. I meet them face to face. These connections feel truer, deeper. I gain a lot from them. I think it is enough.