The quality of a circle

[W]HEN I THINK about “quality over quantity,” I can’t help but think of a time in my life when the adage was flipped.

Facebook was born when I was a senior in high school.

I was late to the party, as usual.

I didn’t create a profile until I’d been in college a year or two.

It started as a good way to keep up with old friends who’d gone to different schools, and get to know new ones.

It became something else before long.

I started to notice how many “friends” everybody else had.

Then I added everybody I’d ever seen in Wal-Mart to catch up and keep up with the Jones’.

Soon, I developed a Facebook habit.

It escalated from there.

When I looked at people’s pages and saw where they were in their lives, part of me began to become discontented with my own.

I don’t think I ever lived for likes, but there was a time I did strive for them.

I’d try to come up with witty status updates and post unique pictures for my “friends” to see, until I realized I was out of control.

My mind’s eye was opened when I was just about blinded by the sun.

While I sat in the middle of my Mammaw’s driveway and stared at an eclipse through special glasses, I realized I was angry because the picture I took of what I watched in the sky wasn’t good enough to post.

Then I realized I was dumb.

I almost missed a cool thing because I tried to take a jaw-dropping picture of it with a phone camera, which could never do it justice anyway.

I put the phone down, enjoyed the rest of the eclipse and took a hard look at my social media habits when it was over.

I didn’t like what I saw.

I saw a person who spent too much time envying others and not enough time trying to better himself.

I saw a person who looked at life through a phone so much he didn’t realize the years had already started to pass him by at a rapid pace.

I saw a different version of myself than who I am, an online version who wasn’t true to the person at the keyboard.

I made a decision to deactivate my account, and I have not regretted it.

I’ve been back to look at things some, but it’s never more than a few minutes before my account is gone again.

These days, I’ll take the quality of a circle of friends instead of the quantity of a list of profiles.

This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, “quality.”

One thought on “The quality of a circle”

  1. Casey: Right on! I heard a preacher awhile back say he was about to scold his daughters for setting next to each other on the couch while texting each other, when he realized he and his wife were doing the same thing. Perhaps the real question is have we allowed technology to replace quality personal time. At any rate it is something to think about. As usual a good post.


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