Breaking the habit
After only one quick peek at FB in the last 24 hours, I'm really feeling it. I knew but I didn't really know how much I was on the site. I catch myself going to check notifications every few minutes. I've closed the page and removed the shortcut so I don't open it on autopilot, because I'm always looking for that input. Every thought I have I want to broadcast to an audience that is sick of reading every single thought that everyone they know has. I used to refresh every few minutes hoping someone had posted something profound. They never did. Because FB doesn't lend itself to that. It's quick, and it's easy, and your posts are disposable; easily made, easily lost.
I always said that I felt LJ was more suited to actual conversation. I wonder if that will prove true? If more people will come on here and feel the connection that I'm hoping for, that I feel has been lacking for the last 10 years? Or if we've all sold ourselves out to the quick fix and will run back there.
It's quiet in here. That's OK. It makes a nice break from the constant noise, in which I couldn't hear anything anyway. I used to compare FB to sitting in a crowded night club, having to shout to each other over the music. Only there was no dance floor, no bar, not even an outside spot to go and have a cigarette. Just the all-pervasive noise. Even if no one comes back to the old haunt, maybe I can take time to hear myself think, and say things that aren't vapid one-liners designed to get a few likes.
I always said that I felt LJ was more suited to actual conversation. I wonder if that will prove true? If more people will come on here and feel the connection that I'm hoping for, that I feel has been lacking for the last 10 years? Or if we've all sold ourselves out to the quick fix and will run back there.
It's quiet in here. That's OK. It makes a nice break from the constant noise, in which I couldn't hear anything anyway. I used to compare FB to sitting in a crowded night club, having to shout to each other over the music. Only there was no dance floor, no bar, not even an outside spot to go and have a cigarette. Just the all-pervasive noise. Even if no one comes back to the old haunt, maybe I can take time to hear myself think, and say things that aren't vapid one-liners designed to get a few likes.