I’m not writing to belittle or besmirch people for the choices they make, I’m not even writing to criticize these sites or question their utility, I’m simply chronicling a sadness, a loss, that I feel spurting forth from my lizard brain to my thinking brain. I think my lizard brain is trying to say something to me, it’s saying: You are dying. But it’s also saying something else, it’s saying: All this time spent reading status updates, memes, retweets, reblogs, re-memes, contextualized ads, ludicrous opinions from media sensations, ludicrous opinions from ignorant people in towns you’ve never heard of, and pictures of other people’s vacations is draining you of a sense of place and purpose.
I wrote 850ish words about my relationship with social media and the Internet and what books are good for. I put it on the blog I used to run in college.
Read it if you want. I don’t mind either way!