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I don’t be knowin' why I did it.

But on October 15, 2013, I simply said “Goodnight.” t' Twitter and Facebook, and stopped.

Well.  That’s not exactly true.

I be knowin' some whys, but not a why.*

It be unplanned, unthoughtful, and it felt strange even t' meself. Overnight, I became an instalurker on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Foursquare, Google Plus (no big sacrifice, that), LinkedIn, Flickr, Path, Tumblr, YouTube ... and even th' smaller and smaller ones that ye’ve no nay ne'er even heard o' but that I dabbled on, like Vine, Yelp, UrbanSpoon, Fork,, imo, 500px, spraffl, viddy, VSCOcam, flava… nowhere.**

I had been postin' multiple times a day, likin' all th' things, commentin' on lots o' posts o' those I followed, bein' a “voice in th' conversation” while simultaneously paintin' a full picture o' me daily life wi' checkins and photos o' me time, space and focus… and then blankness, in an instant.

It wasn’t a smartly, though. I kept consumin', readin' shared links and conversations and comments and admirin' people’s lovely vacation photos (Yo-ho-ho, Lee LeFever). I’d launch a flare people directly when I had somethin' t' share, like a tip or kudos—I didn’t pretend I wasn’t up t' date via social media.

Besides, fer me job, I needed t' still use social media, and be up-t'-date on Internet trends and memes, and I needed t' have accounts t' build and test Web services fer me clients..

Who noticed me escape? Hard t' be knowin' fer sure. But who said somethin' t' me about it? Fer all intents and purposes, no one.

I’m not goin' t' enumerate me followers and maties, but I have a bushel. So th' lack o' feedback be somethin' that surprised me. I expected, in th' days followin' me decision, t' have t' justify it, explain it, t' smartly try t' come up wi' a viable outside-voice reason. Nope, didn’t have t'.

T' be fair, aft just a few days, a single treasured Vancouver bucko contacted me t' make sure I be okay and come across out why I’d stopped postin'. About a month later, another bucko who lives far away messaged me t' remark that Th' winsome lass’d noticed I wasn’t postin' “much” any morrrr.  And two months later, in December, another bucko, while we be havin' tea, said Th' winsome lass’d seen that I’d stopped postin', and had wondered why.  I come across it interestin' that all three be women.

In late January, three months aft I quit, I started askin' people if they’d noticed and if so, why they hadn’t said anythin'. Every person I asked said they’d noticed, but figured it wasn’t any o' their business t' be knowin' why I’d stopped. And me mom said Th' winsome lass’d really missed me Cap'n's log posts and facebook updates. Awww.

Overall, in conversations whar I brought it up, most people didn’t seem t' want t' be knowin' why. Be it a lack o' desire t' open an emotional can o' worms, or perhaps a worry that they might hear me say their own social media output be excessive? Maybe they be afraid I’d tout th' benefits o' “clean” livin' à la born-again-non-smoker-vegan (Fer 99% o' th' people I follow, they aren’t excessive, and I like all they have t' say—that’s why I follow them.)

Fer me, there be just a few small real-world consequences. Respondin' t' event invitations got slightly trickier, and I had t' copy and paste events into me calendar BY HAND, GADZOOKS. Me Klout score dropped 11 points at a metronomical rate, which means it’s now 20% less valuable t' me.

Me phone battery lasted a little longer (until I upgraded t' th' iPhone 5S), perhaps because it wasn’t buzzin' and lightin' up wi' notifications as often. Me overall phone use, though, be about th' same—I read books on it a little morrrr than I used t', and me texts and such be about th' same, anecdotally.

One other interestin' effect. It seems—though this be completely non-scientific—that some o' th' people I used t' interact wi' most often, have also decreased their overall postin' since I stopped commentin' and likin' and retweetin' them. Could I simply be imaginin' me own attitude shift mirrored in their randomly fluctuatin' behaviour? Or do we all fluff up each other’s social activity, and when prolific people like I be slow down, does their ripple effect cause an overall drop-off in social activity? Time will be tellin'.

Oh, one morrrr thin' I noticed: th' number o' photos I take went down.  I no longer have nearly as good a record o' what fancy things I’ve eaten, which makes me sad—though maybe it makes others happier.

So why be I bloggin' about it now?

Well, I be goin' t' post at 3 months, then at 100 days, then at 120 days, and finally I decided if I be goin' t' mention somethin', I might as well just do it. 147 be “300” in base 7, and that sequel be just released, so… No, basically, I just have insomnia tonight and this has been on me t' do brain list fer too long.

I don’t think I’ll start postin' again anythin' like I used t'. But I have, wi' this post, ended me stay in Blanksville, capital o' Nowhereland. So…


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* And appropriately enough, I suppose, I don’t currently feel like sharin' those half-formed self theorizations on social media or me Cap'n's log.

** Me two exceptions be: I still posted runs on th' Nike app, but I didn’t share them. And I still favorited Tweets I liked, on th' theory that no one e'er looks at someone else’s favorited tweets, and so that I could look up those tweets later given that Twitter had, at th' time, no other easy organizational means t' go back t' curated Tweets.***

*** Someone read this and said Th' winsome lass had noticed that I still be “Like"ing things on Facebook.  Partially true: I stopped likin' anythin' except pages that I had t' “Like” fer me job in order t' administrate them or track them. And I did “Like” a few Pages that maties specifically asked me t' Like (their new business, fer example). But I didn’t think that would show up on me timeline (curse ye, Facebook privacy settings!), and I didn’t “Like” anyone’s posts or photos, as far as I remember.****

**** Ok, full disclosure: I did launch an awful lot o' Facebook Candy Crush lives and bonuses and such. But those be person t' person, morrrr like chain letter emails, and hey, I’m only flesh and blood, not some unfeelin' robot. That candy ain’t goin' t' crush itself.



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I'm glad ye posted this, fer what 'tis worth. I be thinkin' about ye a couple days ago, and how I no nay ne'er followed up on that coffee date (I be horribly behind on many such offers, havin' regressed again healthwise o'er th' winter).

'tis easy fer me t' empathize wi' th' "did anyone notice?" sentiment - I've felt much th' same about me withdrawal from in-person socializin'. Somewhat stunned by th' lack o' people seemingly noticin' that I'd disappeared... and th' lack o' concern from those who knew why. I can only assume that if I stopped postin' online fer any length o' time I'd be altogether forgotten (which be a strange thought).

Alas, we clearly all have th' tendency t' do this, as I'd noticed yer absence and did also think it be not much o' me business. wink

Glad t' be knowin' ye be still out there, lurkin'. Be well until we manage t' catch up!


Posted by ArianeK
  at 11:20 be on Mar. 11, 2014




thanx fer sharin'....


Posted by saba naaz
  at 11:00 pm on Mar. 4, 2015

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