This may sound weird but when I’m happier, I share more online. It’s as if Snapchat, Twitter, and Instagram are barometers of my happiness. Hell, I even did a Periscope last weekend.
When I’m not sharing, I blame social media for creating continuous partial attention. I created neverlookup.com to remind myself and others that we can’t live through our mobile screens, even if it presents a better world.
Social media is the new TV. Snapchat is cable. Social is where we go now to waste time, which competes with everything else that we do.
Social is too good. It’s a dopamine hitter. Just reading through tweets is not enough. We want to participate, and we should, even if it goes out to the ether.
But if I’m not sharing, it doesn’t mean I’m depressed. I get busy and exhausted just like everybody else, especially as someone who works in social media. It’s just that sharing makes me feel a little better.