Exile on Social Media Street

 

Sybil had 16 personalities in her head.

Toni Collette has 6 on the show “United States of Tara”.

Ted Bundy claimed to have a few sharing his mental dining room table.

I have close to 4,000 by choice.

So, it was a no brainer when it was time to tune out all the voices I had collected in Social Media and hit the tasty red “STOP” button that freezes the world so I can get off for a while.

It had been a very busy few weeks. Works was insane. Personal life was willy-nilly. My “household tasks” to social media were escalating. My responsibility to myself was gone. Something had to give. It was time to propel myself into a self imposed Social Media Exile. I was notorious for doing it. I had even blogged about it several times. But something was different this time. There was a ground swell of others who had heard the same strange melody in their minds as well. It sounded vaguely like Streisand’s and Summer’s duet, “Enough is Enough”. Others were tuning out as well. 3 people I knew personally had deactivated their Twitter. 4 said “talk to the hand” to Facebook. 1 finally said good-bye to MySpace (I swear!).

Now, I could sit here and give you one or two expert quotes on social media burn out, the signs, the solutions, the dramatic weepy tales of lost followers. I won’t. You have heard it all 729 times and half of you reading this have blogged on your own experiences with it. All I will say is

“STEP AWAY FROM THE KEYBOARD!”

I was posting once maybe twice a day on Facebook. I was “liking” things on friends pages just so they would remember who I was (pathetic). I was clicking every single “Follow Friday” suggested person sent my way even if I had nothing at all to discuss with them. I had never had the urge to chat about the behavioral patterns of Redwood Mites however I was friending people who studied them. (Seriously).

 

“PLACE THE iPHONE ON THE GROUND & STEP BACK!”

It was time to take a break. How did I do? Fair to moderate. I peeked into Facebook but did not respond except once or twice to time sensitive item or to address one of the friends directly who I had mentioned walked away from Twitter so I sent them a personal message that I wrote off as “email” to convince myself it was not utilizing social media (#fail). End run on sentence.

If people wanted to find me, they could call or text. Texting is not social media by the way so don’t cry “cheater” and banish me to the gulag.

So, I encourage you to step back. Take a break before it breaks you. Or, just learn to manage it better than I did for a spell there. It’s an addiction. A social one but an addiction none the less unless kept in check.

Oh, and here are some great articles by great people on this great subject!

21 Tips to Balance Social Media Addiction, Tweets, Life and Real Work!- Pam Moore

Does Social Media Addiction Really Exist?-Megan Donley

Are You a Social Media Addict- Bruce Sallan