[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.”