Liberation came when I decided to quit Facebook.
What started as a simple desire to share ideas, talk about progressive politics, and in between share a few jokes or youtube links in a virtual world came to an abrupt end.
My interest to Facebook started to feel like as if my body was stuck under a pile of colossal machinery designed for self gratification.
I don’t intend to put down people who use Facebook. I think everybody must have different reasons and capacity to commit their time and energy into it.
What I naively expected was intelligent conversations -no pun intended-.
Instead what I ended up having were some ‘Like’s, ‘Hahaha’s, ‘LOL’s and plenty of nothing. People did not bother to respond or interact as much as I wished them to do so.
Frankly writing on blank whitewash walls in a prison cell would have had the same effect.
Well, this must be the way Facebook works then. People share shallow sketches of their boring life -mine included-, and great majority of users seem hardly capable of putting their energy into anything other than sharing a few photos or videos someone else made.
I now regained time, momentum, focus, control, vitality and desire to pursue my private projects.
To liberate yourself, drop your sandbags.