Just over a month ago, I finished my last class of the day, walked
across the road, and caught the bus.
Habit kicked in straight away- I grabbed an apple from my bag, put
my headphones in and caught up on everything that had happened in the two hours
I was in class. And by ‘caught up’, I mean ‘scroll through social media to
pass the time’.
Something happened, like a car honking, or maybe someone sneezed (or
maybe it was fate), but I looked up and around to see what had happened. It was
in this time that I thought ‘Wow, we’re already almost at my next stop’ (thirty
minutes travel), along with ‘Every single person on this bus is looking at a
screen.’
The little old lady sitting at the front of the bus, the boy next to
me, the man in a suit standing up, and the girl in her school uniform who
would’ve been no older than eight.
If I hadn’t looked up at that exact moment, I probably wouldn’t be
here writing this. I would be scrolling through one of the many platforms that
is under the bracket of ‘social media’.
I was twelve when I caught my first glimpse of Facebook. I was
sleeping at my sister’s house, and she was showing me photos of our cousins in
America. I hadn’t seen photos of them in months, let alone ones that were taken
just a few hours ago. It was exciting! To have this burst of intimacy and
suddenness. It was all happening right away. I couldn’t wait to turn thirteen
to sign up and to see all of my family every day, even if it was through a
screen.
Eight years later, and I have accounts on Facebook, Instagram,
Snapchat, Twitter, Tumblr, as well as this blog (as well as YouTube and music
sites).
Every now and then over the past year I would log off and make a vow
to spend more time offline. More often than not I’d get a message from someone
saying ‘Oh my gosh, check out Sam’s new photo, I can’t believe it’ or ‘Sam’s snapchat
story is so funny’, so quickly I would redownload the app, sign in, look at it,
and would be back on. Until I had my next daylong moment of inspiration, that
is.
But this time was different. I logged off of everything and deleted
all the apps. I deleted everything, but when it got to Messenger, the Facebook
chat, I hesitated. I had to keep it.
I had group assignments and that was how we communicated. There were friends
overseas that I wouldn’t have any point of communication with if it weren’t for
Facebook. I forgave myself in advance, and let myself have this. It wasn’t as
if I could scroll through it. It was almost a necessity. I cringed thinking
that. I’m still cringing at how true it still is.
However, life went on. Friends would still send me messages to check
something on one of the many platforms of social media, and I would say ‘Sorry,
I don’t have it anymore. Screenshot it for me!’ (This brings up another point,
which I’ll get to later). A couple of people would question why I’d deleted
them. A couple congratulated me and said that they needed to have a ‘detox’,
too. It was pretty tame. But someone was borderline-aggressive with it.
‘Why? How are you going to keep up to date with (enter
something/someone here)?! I’m not going to be the communicator. Ha! No social
media. You’ll be back on in a couple of days.’ This wasn’t a direct quote, but
it’s the basic outline of what was said.
I realised that it was ‘cool’ if George Ezra or Harry Styles had
offline time, but if it was just me, regular Caitlin, taking time off- it suddenly
wasn’t so cool.
This brings me to my other point- face-to-face time.
This is a hard one. Like I said before, if it wasn’t for Facebook, I
wouldn’t be in contact with friends or family interstate/overseas. I would lose
contact with a lot of my nearest and dearest, and unless I was going to give
them a call on their home phone each night (or maybe twice a day), I wouldn’t
know half of the things I do.
It brings intimacy. It brings suddenness. I stand by it, and I’m so
happy that I get to how my cousin and her sons in Victoria are going, what my friend in
England has done on the weekend, and I get to see my favourite artist’s new
piece.
It’s a two-way street though. If a friend and I spend three hours
texting, we could’ve gone out for coffee and gotten through a lot more topics.
I could’ve looked at their face and appreciated their beauty and the way they
move when they become passionate about the latest talking point.
Yes, the world has changed, and that is a fantastic thing. It ought
to be celebrated. But it’s important to simplify. Put the phone down and step
away. So often the case of spending hours scrolling mindlessly is due to
boredom.
After three weeks off social media, I’ve re-downloaded Instagram. I
occasionally check Facebook and I haven’t looked at anything else. I’ve
realised the use they give me, and I’m more aware of my online time.
If I’m bored and reach for my phone now, I’ll think about my seven
year old self.
There wasn’t enough time in each day for the things I wanted to see
and do. I would watch tv for an hour or two at night and might’ve played a game
of snake on dad’s phone. The rest of my time was spent making noise, writing,
reading, drawing, running, climbing, and dreaming of big mountains and even
bigger ocean waves. Now, at twenty, I can make noise on a few instruments,
write more, have a huge stack of books to read and a library card, have a
cupboard dedicated to my drawing and painting tools, can still run, can still
climb, and can delve into the mountains or waves at any time I choose.
But chances are, I’ll want to take a snap of the view and share it
on Instagram.
I don’t have a solution, and it’s tricky no matter what stance you
take on it. There are pros and cons- but everything has those.
Maybe all I can do for now is log out more. Look up more. Realise
that there are bigger things than what’s happening on your phone. Make plans to
see people’s faces. Hike a mountain or swim in the sea more.
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