My generation only inhabits this world. We have not built it and we are too Balkanized to deconstruct it.
I don’t have 1,260 friends in real life; I interact with a core group of 10 to 15 people.
I was never a heavy Facebook user, though. I’d check it daily, but I wasn’t proactive about it. I didn’t seek people out, I didn’t stalk my exes, and I rarely posted status updates or new photo albums.
“I will instill terror into the hearts of the Unbelievers. Smite ye above their necks and smite all their finger-tips off them.” Qur’an 8:9-13
You text me a bunch of emoticons like a dancing woman, a cactus, a lightning bolt, and a glass a wine, and then you say, “Have a great day!”
I mean, you tried to sleep with my girlfriend, so I don’t think this is a weird reaction on my part.
Consider your favorite apocalypse scenario and how that might be better than working in an office until you’re 60.
2. My feed was turning into a stream of rotten consciousness.
I will already know about the wedding and the four kids, thanks to my news feed. I will somehow know about every job, every vacation, and every life event my classmates have experienced as long as I follow them on Instagram.
Here are three little things that I found did make a dent in my cell-phone usage.