It’s crazy how we communicate, how we think we can know a person by the links they share and the things they tweet. How the very medium we call ourselves addicted to can be the reason we are board, forever stuck in the loop of refreshing, replying, and retweeting- and if not forever, worse, subconsciously.
With everything that is happening in Egypt, where I live, right now, I’ve come to view Facebook and Twitter as virtual places where people want to express something, but namely knowing what that something is, so they ramble away everything on their minds as if pulled by a superpower that forces them to “share”. Anything and everything; false news, in inappropriate language, of no sense of direction or consistency or a common thread of thoughts whatsoever. And it’s very easy, giving the fact that we don’t have work and what with the curfew and all.
I’m not one to say that everyone on social networks exactly behave in the same way, but this is a pattern that I couldn’t avoid noticing among my social circles, of hundreds of people I call friends.
But why complain when I soberly choose to read such things, checking Facebook and Twitter every morning though I know what I’ll find? Because it has become a habit. The apps on my phone, the first couple of bookmarks lined up in my PC browser, the centered apps on my iPad when I open it to read a book. They’re…always there.
Not wanting to get upset or ruffled by the sudden change of opinions of people I used to think I knew, or by news 90% of which turn out to be misrepresented, I deactivated Facebook and Twitter, and after a couple of confused responses from the apps, I hid the blue icons away.
For someone whose work revolve around social media and writing on its news, being away seems weird, but it as a confused person who had enough of listening to pure angry shouts, it’s very relieving.