Here is another interpretation of social media, the past and depression; there is a theory, that social media – Facebook in particular, acts like a memory and experiential sieve. It pulls-out predominantly good experiences and demotes the negatives.
This might sound like good and common sense; after all, is that not what we do with our memories naturally? The pain of my broken arm is lost somewhere in neurospace, the memory of flying over the handlebars, crashing and rough landing is ever present.
Facebook is predominantly filled with positive moments; it is a repository of happiness – mostly; yes, there are posts about disasters, tragedies and terrible events, but these tend not to occupy the body of the narrative.
I post a picture of the sunrise; (I don’t share my burned toast (unless it is spectacularly burned, or imprinted with an image of Jesus)) – instead, the party, happy day out, beach, graduation, and so on.
All of this is great, it is one of the modern wonders to be able to share these positive experiences (so long as the photo and the sharing don’t get between you and the moment) – in a time of societal impoverishment, this coming together is a human attempt to connect.
But, when I click and click and scroll-down and see the lives of others – the foreign travel, new car, new baby, party, happiness, it can result in a re-equilibration of my experience. ‘Everyone else is having a great time, what about me?’
Yet – we know this is not the case, we know that the moment was the moment and there is always more to a story than the photograph.
The concern relates to children and young people, particularly those who are socially isolated and heavily dependent on social media conceiving the world differently, seeing two worlds – theirs and the party everyone else is enjoying.
When I was 15, if I was alone, at home, reading a book and my friends were out partying, I may have known about the party, but the book could distract; bringing the pranks, antics and high-jinx into my handheld device surely would have magnified the isolation.
Do we follow our memories, or do they pursue us?
Let’s perhaps not go there on this sunny Saturday –
Let us instead do some tree hugging, or mini-beast watching (I have my own ant colony), let us taste, touch, hear and, see, let us perceive and contemplate, enjoy the sun or the rain or the clouds; moment by moment we see the passage of time –
Here is a quote I found this morning from Tim Ferris –
(Such as assembling Billy bookcases??)
Whether the moment is good or bad, it is nothing but a moment.