I don’t “hate” social media.
“Hate” occupies a lofty perch on the opinion scale. And it’s too easy for me to toss that word around, especially on—you guessed it—social media.
Not to mention that I’ve sourced nearly all of my literary friendships and relationships from Instagram. That’s an incontrovertible plus.
So, as I take a week (or longer) to distance myself from the algo-rama, I need to know why.
Let’s see some contenders.
Do I love social media too much?
Doomscrolling eats away at my time like an overeager puppy gnawing on our baseboards. (And every dog owner lets out a collective sigh.)
“Love” indicates affection. Call it what it is: compulsion.
Does social media make me feel sad?
A hundred thousand hyped-up pessimists with Internet access and bones to pick with their own creeping fear of insignificance would suggest a hearty heck yeah, man.
Am I tired?
I am.
I’d rather be here, talking to y’all, then shouting into the corporate void.
And with my third Kickstarter launching in just a few weeks, I’d like to save my spoons.
If you haven’t followed the Stories That Bleed campaign yet, you should do it now.
Because the magic of a bookish community can pop up anywhere—so why not cut out the noise and find it in a place where it really matters?
-Addison
P.S.—if you’re wondering why Kickstarter, I’ll be writing about that soon :)
