I got a new phone, and with it came a sparkly new camera. Ok, it doesn’t sparkle so much, but it sure takes pretty pictures, much better than the crappy camera on my cheap little phone that we got as an emergency when my phone died. It was a bottom of the line phone, so of course the camera was bottom of the line too.
But, this new phone is not bottom of the line, it may very well be mid-line or even slightly above mid-line, but the point is that my photo taking game could very well take off, which will give me a very large happy.
My thinking about taking better pictures, which will inevitably lead to me posting these better photos has me thinking about social media, mostly the amount of and the quality of time that I am spending there lately.
Over the years I have been able to minimize my contact with people that are the kind that bring a certain element of drama to almost every single aspect and moment of their life, the kind of drama that doesn’t just come to them and so they have no control over, but the kind of drama that they are the manufacturers of. Like when they spread gossip about others that ends up in arguements and fights that suck in all the other people in the universe around them. The kind of people that are catty and quick to cut others down, the kind of people that seem to thrive on the chaos that either surrounds them or is created by them.
My life is stressful enough without having friends that do nothing more for me than to light up the sky with turmoil.
And my life is much easier to live ever since.
Except now my special needs son has graduated from school, he’s home with me now, all the time, and every other adult in the house leaves for work in the evenings (my husband and son work night shift and my daughter is on afternoons in retail, so she’s usually home later in the night). This leaves me alone with little man who has now spent the day playing and being entertained and is starting to feel a tad groggy and wants to just sit and chill and watch the TV. Kids shows on the TV. Shows that make my brain start to become jell-o in my skull.
So, I turned to reading in the evenings to spend the time once I had all my cleaning up and other work done. Only thanks to my ADD (attention deficit disorder) I tend to hyperfocus on the book that I’m reading, which isn’t good when you are the only responsible adult in the home and are supposed to be supervising 1 cranky boy and 4 troublesome pooches. Mayhem can ensue, and that’s not good.
So, I’ve started spending a lot of time on social media, the problem there is that I’m being sucked into the drama there, which some of it actually seeps into my every day life, so that I rant and rave at my family because I can’t believe how brain dead or the controversy surrounding something that really amounts to a hill of beans, but dammit it’s social media so everybody has to voice their opinions and get worked up about something that really doesn’t affect them in their every day lives, except that it’s now the norm to be offended or to gate keep or signal virtue and pass the drama and misery along.
So, here is me, deciding to find some kind of hobby that I can drop in an instant if the little man or the dogs demand my immediate attention, but that will encompass my brain and drag me away from the uselessness that is social media.
Why did I ever get involved in social media in the first place, well when I started it wasn’t mainstream, there were pockets of geeks out there, all from different places in the world, and I’d managed to befriend some in Australia, Ireland, England and a whole whack of them lived down in the United States, and we all kept in touch through our online journals (precursor of blogging) and email, then ICQ.
But then this thing called Facebook and Twitter came along and these international friends and I felt that this would be a handy way for us to stay in touch without having to actually put much effort into it.
And it worked, for a time, but then it all started to become a ceasepool of ineptness, and a soap box for every person with an opinion, and little by little they all moved away, or passed away.
Now, I’m not moving away from the friend aspect of social media, I have some good, fun friends on there that are wonderful and supportive and I don’t want to leave them. But the groups, oh those groups that are filled with trolls and morons and people that I know if I knew them in real life, I would cross the street, hell maybe even move to the opposite side of the city to get away from them and all the drama that comes along with them.