From yesterday up until next Sunday, I will not have any access to social media.
It’s not that I’m going away or anything, or that I’ve been barred from it. It’s simply that I’ve decided that the best way to spend my time would be anything that didn’t involve squandering it on social media. I should get out more in the world. Read. Write. Draw. Jog. Swim. Take pictures. Talk with my family. Renew my faith. Meaningful stuff like that.
But yeah, a dare was involved. Haha, I hope that doesn’t dash the purity of my intentions (think of it as a launch point. Sometimes we need something totally external to push us to do the something we’ve always internally wanted to do).
Here are my rules:
- No form of social media will be permitted (especially Facebook and Twitter. I don’t really use my Instagram, but I’m banning that too).
- Social media will be banned across all devices and platforms (won’t use it on the desktop, the laptop, my phone, or the iPad)
- No matter what, I will NOT go online. I have a phone, people can text me if it’s really that urgent.
- My ban starts at 12am October 19, 2014. It ends at 12am October 25, 2014.
I have yet to come up with some sort of punishment if I don’t follow through, but I can’t figure anything out right now. I’m open to any suggestions (just comment below, if you feel like it). Besides, I feel like having to swallow my pride will be enough of a punishment.
I don’t want to be a slave to technology. It’s a mindless tool, and that’s all it is. It is not life. There are bigger, better, fuller things out there – and that is what I intend to indulge in. If anything, these few days away from social media is freedom, it is me exercising my willpower and my sovereignty over my accounts.
I’m not saying it would be easy. I thought it would be, but now that I’ve spent a day without checking anything, I’ve felt myself itch to check my notifications, to thoughtlessly scroll down my feed, to unintentionally click, toggle, like and share. Already, my feed is filled with empty, unexceptional, powerless images and texts. That only means that Facebook has read my patterns and willingly extended the staircase of my descent to the hollow, stupid side of the internet – the side filled with content that exercises absolutely no part of the mind, nor the heart, nor the soul. All it is is glue; glue that just holds you down, glue that just drags you deeper and deeper into more glue. I almost fear that next thing I know, I’ll be falling for false sales pitches, following the paranoia of some almost cult-like neurotics, or rotting in front of cat video after cat video after cat video.
I stand by my belief that it’s only right to dabble into the knowledge of each of these things – that’s how you get well rounded, anyway. But I do not want to make it my direction – because it isn’t even a direction.
So I’m actually very thankful that my brother said I couldn’t do it. Because maybe if I sunk in any deeper, then I really couldn’t have. But now I’m free to do the following:
- Write for my blog – I’ve neglected this blog a lot. It’s called a wordstream, and yet nothing’s been flowing. Forgive that, I intend to fix that
- Write for AoM – my collab with Angel; it’s a fictional series. I MAY release more details in the future
- Write for ToD – my own novel. If I accomplish anything meaningful, maybe I’d talk about it more
- Brainstorm for NaNoWriMo – 50,000 words in 30 days. Game? Totally game. I just need something to friggin’ write about. Actually, just now, this very instant, it occurred to me that I could possibly just write 50,000 more words for ToD. It’s already at 90K though, so that might be too long @_@ But then again, I did say that I intended to write a prequel for it – you know, to straighten out the background of everything? So I might work on that. And just add everything together so that I’d eventually get 50,000 words.
- Read like crazy – I just checked my Goodreads. I am 29 books behind schedule. Haha, I am so screwed. I’m pretty sure I won’t finish 52 books, but I’m crazy enough to hope. Realistically speaking, I know it’s impossible. But I’m not going to tell myself that. I’m going to run after that 52 like as if it’s just within my reach. How hard could it possibly be?