… from “The Facebook News Feed… oh that black hole of endless EVERYTHING” http://www.8womendream.com/63272/facebook-fatigue
Just recently I found myself becoming increasingly stressed without any reasonable cause. Nothing much had changed. Spring had sprung. There were holidays and breaks to look forward to. No pressure of work. No pressure of any kind that I could see, and yet, and yet … something was happening. My eyes felt as if I needed to take them out and rinse them under the tap, my back ached, my head ached, but mostly I was worried about a ‘something’ which I couldn’t quantify or describe. There was always a feeling of ‘something’ being wrong, ‘something’ which needed to be checked – just in case.
Wandering in a sleepy daze downstairs every morning, I caught my hand going out to that switch in the hall. That one. The one which triggers a flashing green light. The box of connectivity. I wasn’t switching it on with any real purpose in mind – no imminent need to email, shop or check the news or the weather. As I opened up the laptop, I realised I was automatically moving the mouse to Facebook. Why?
Why indeed? Because I wanted to check if anything was happening. Of course something was happening. Something always is. I can honestly say that I do know, in real life, most of my Facebook friends, we have a common interest, or a shared educational or employment history. Yes, I’m justifying myself. But I felt I needed to check on their doings before I’d even staggered into the kitchen to put the kettle on for a caffeine hit, as well as frequent checks throughout the day. Did I really need to keep checking, googling and clicking on links until I developed a crick in my neck, followed by a headache, then a stress-inducing worry session brought about by information overload? I did. After all ‘something’ may have happened overnight, or may happen just as I log off … and I wouldn’t know about it.
So what.
Yesterday I found myself massively over-reacting to a minor mishap in the real world (don’t ask – to do with misunderstandings and the expectation that the person closest to me can actually read my mind and knows what I am really saying … yes, that kind of misunderstanding, probably familiar to most long-married people.)
On reflection, when I had calmed down, I realised that what I was feeling was brain overload. I felt teary, tired, emotional and mentally exhausted for no good reason. On reflection I realised that this kind of thing had been happening far too frequently lately. I’d been blaming others, the weather, being busy, the political situation – anything really. I then found this website: http://www.8womendream.com/63272/facebook-fatigue.
Please read it. It is very enlightening. There is so much information out there, most of which we don’t need or want to know. It’s an endless pit of ‘stuff’ which I fell into every day and was in danger of becoming suffocated by.
That website describes Facebook as “a black hole of ENDLESS EVERYTHING” – yes, that’s exactly right. Of course, Facebook has its positive uses: keeping in touch with past friends whose paths have taken them to far-flung places, discussion groups with like-minded people, photographs – especially of weddings and new babies. Using the Chat facility to arrange reunions, sharing news of personal events. Who can complain about those?
However, it’s the other side of those positives which I think had been affecting me – the constant need to check ‘just-in-case’ somewhere within that endless everything there was that vital something which I really, really needed to know. If that wasn’t to be the case, then I would share something about my own life – most of it just trivia to pour into that black hole of endless everything.
The truth is that everyone who might need to share something with me which I really, really needed to know, has my phone number, email, address or all three. Similarly, if I need to tell someone about my day, I can telephone them, see them, or even … don’t tell them, because they don’t really need to know. I don’t live on a remote island away from human contact. My automatic reaching out to that box of connectivity in the hallway and the automatic moving of the mouse to the Facebook icon needed to stop. So it did … yesterday. I am taking a break. Time will tell for how long.
What shall I do instead? Well, I plan to take more time to do real things properly, even if those real things are routine or I could drink my coffee while it’s hot, rather than letting it get cold while I am in the virtual world. That’s about it: just taking time.
Of course, it may be that Facebook isn’t the reason why I’ve been so stressed. It may be “others, the weather, being busy, the political situation.” Time will tell.
At the moment, I am sorely tempted to just take a quick peek. Shall I? I may be missing out on something vital; I may need to react to something I read; I may need to get involved in a discussion or, more likely, it will be just information to pour into my overloaded brain. So, I won’t. I think. Maybe.
https://www.wired.com/2016/06/how-to-turn-off-facebook-live-video-notifications/