When I quit Facebook in 2016 I never
felt as if I’m missing out on anything. I don’t really care about what’s
happening in the lives of virtual strangers who are purportedly my “friends”. I
don’t want to lay eyes on the insipid things they share or read the callous, malicious
thoughts they insensibly put out in public. I cannot take the low-key bragging,
the overblown outrage over trivial matters, the calculated equivocations ubiquitous
in news feeds. When I switched off Facebook and along with it the ambient noise
of other people’s lives I felt relieved. And since then I feel joy, not fear, in missing out.
Thursday, January 9, 2020
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