Quitting Anti-Social Social-Media

It’s the waiting! It feels nice not to be waiting for anything, or anyone! It’s hard, very hard, especially when you’re waiting for something that you don’t know.

Have you ever waited for something that you don’t know?

_I did!

And they ask me why I quit social media. Isn’t it obvious! I mean, do you really have to ask! It needs no asking to figure it out. Our lives are being sucked out; our marrows sucked out, cleaned off our bones! We’re growing hollow!

Is it by any means useful?

_NO! It is just not!

What is useful in being addicted to a certain page or a certain post. You are being trained to wait through the so called “social media”. It is anti-social! Think about it thoroughly; you consume your time, energy and health on waiting and writing and getting disappointed. You wait for people to respond to your post by reacting to it, commenting on it, sharing it, and so on. It is absolutely nonsensical while you can just call someone.

Why did people stop calling?

_Because texting became available.

Why did people stop writing or texting?

_Because voice notes on whats’app became available.

Why do we not meet each other anymore, as in real physical meetings, as in we get up, get dressed, wear makeup and bust our butts to a place where we are all going to see each other, feel each other, sympathize with one’s miseries and difficulties?

Why did it become that hard to know the answer to why did we stop communicating like real people do, not like phantom apparitions?

I’m done for waiting for him to inbox me, or for her to send me a link, or to be tagged in a group status. I’m done. It actually feels nice to be missed. It actually feels nice to feel important. It feels nice being asked about and accordingly you receive a call from people you thought wouldn’t even think of you or wouldn’t miss you but they did. I felt alive when one of the girls called me the other day, knowing that she never normally calls. NEVER! This time she did, there was no other way to check up on me but such and so she did! They will know that calling you is the way in which they can reach you, and so they will call. They will feel that you need them, as much as they need you. I need them more than they need me. I need to feel their empathy and love and warmness. Most importantly, it’s important to me to know who actually cares that he figures out that I’m no longer available and thus he would go looking for me, asking about me, and checking out if I’m still alive.

I am not alive

I am not dead

I am no phantom

I am no apparition

I am no human

I am no person

I am no definition

I am just a pile of emotions

I am a combination of feelings

I am a complex state of mind, a roaring turmoil