Do you ever think that social media might just be creeping into our minds sneakily and filing it with poisonous thoughts?
Do you sigh quietly, looking at the very many albums of your Facebook ‘friend’ who just sky-dived in Maui, took macro pictures in Petra, ate scones in Central London or posed with the snow at Jungfrau?
Do you sometimes feel that you would better off, unwired?
Does it ever occur to you that everyone in the world is having more fun than you are?
Are you bothered by the fact that the Gujarati boy in school who couldn’t speak a word of English and shied away from anything that moved is is now a consultant for Deloitte in Chicago?
Do you believe these to be true? Or is this just a social illusion?
Either way, its not very healthy. It is my observation over time that it causes me to retrospect and wonder why my life isn’t half as fun as those millions out there. Even though I know deep inside that I’m a part of the fortunate lot. Why is there a biting sense of lacking then? A feeling of wanting.
These are troubled times.
These people. Are they really having the time of their lives? And even they are – why am I spending time thinking about it? Because I don’t want their lives – I really don’t.
I am content with being a tad on the boring end. I don’t like parties or anything remotely loud. My happiest new year bringing-in is one which my companions were a box of my favourite pizza and lots of cake! I do not enjoy life in the fast lane. I’ll take the magic in the mundane.
But I do dream of the world. Of a consuming wanderlust. Of actually visiting every place on my travel bucket list. Of experiences to tell the world about. Of meeting new people. Of learning new things. Of taking millions of pictures. Of blue waters.
And I don’t think social media helps me there. It enhances the longing, and serves no other purpose. I think its about time that I reduce my time spent there. I believe Baba is correct, this once, when he says Facebook is an addiction and an unhealthy one.
