I spend a great deal of time on social media. It is the foundation for an Indie writer as I am simply a glorified car salesperson trying to sell her goods. Imagine my surprise yesterday when social media took a personal day.
When I first tried to access Facebook, it kept logging me out and asking me to log back in. I was convinced it was my phone, so I did a restart. Still nothing. I googled fixes which I tried to no avail. There was a blip of manic thoughts like, “how will I connect with people” along with wondering if it is me or them. Clearly, I forgot that I can connect with people without social media. It’s called the 80s.
When a problem arises, I assume it’s me. That is a huge shift from years ago where I assumed it was someone else that was the problem. I am working on not assuming anything and just gathering information as I go. It is a process that I am still working to grasp. Hours went by without Facebook and Instagram. I settled into the discomfort. My foot tapping. My constant checking. Yes, my name is Allison and I have a problem.
When all was said and done, there were two things I realized. Sometimes it is someone else’s fault and the second thing was that I wasn’t crazy, in this instance.
My imagination was active with lots of humorous visuals. For example, I thought about Mark Zuckerberg getting sick of some of the assholes trolling the vast internet world, and simply unplugged us. It was like a calculated timeout. I also thought about that guy from the movie, Airplane, that unplugged the lights and said, “Just kidding”. See. My mind is a variety of crazy thoughts. Thank God I have an outlet for that.
Order has been restored to the land and I am sure the trolls are well-rested after the small reprieve. I suppose everyone needs a reset, even social media.
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