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You Can Find Me Here (Or Why I Quit Social Media)

We’ve been going about this all wrong.

The smartphone is not the problem.

Social media (and much other media) is the problem.

The smartphone is just a tool. An amazing tool. A magic wand.

Seriously, it’s a magic wand. With a smartphone, you can gain access to an endless trove of information, and you can cast enumerable spells (literally peering into other worlds, communicating across vast differences, and controlling aspects of your environment, like lights and doors and music). If I can have a magic wand, I want to have a magic wand. Few people WOULDN’T want a magic wand. But who do you want to be when using that magic wand: Albus Dumbledore? Lord Voldemort? Hermione Granger? Draco Malfoy? Neville Longbottom?

It’s okay, too, to not want a magic wand. Maybe you’re the sort of person who, if given access to magic, will always be pulled toward dark magic.

But if you do have a magic wand, and you’re not concerned with how to properly use it, then you’re wasting your time at Hogwarts.

Another way to think of it: Star Trek. In the 23rd and 24th centuries of Star Trek, everyone carries an iPad. In fact, often they have many, many iPads at once. They read novels on their iPads. They hold conference calls on their iPads. They answer email on their iPads. They compose works of great literature on their iPads. And they wear Apple Watches on their chests so they can talk to Siri/Alexa and ask her to call people and turn on the lights and play music. These are good things.

But in the 23rd and 24th centuries of Star Trek nobody surfs Twitter. Nobody posts to Instagram (when they  take photos, they display them in frames, digital or otherwise, and enjoy them that way). And the Federation never lets Facebook decide the fate of its democracy.

I’ve removed myself from social media. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I’ve even done this before. In the past, I’ve gotten angry about my social media usage. I’ve passionately deleted all my accounts. More than once I‘ve done this. But I’ve always come back to it. Because anger and passion aren’t often good reasons for making a decision.

But now I’m not exactly angry: I just feel done. I feel like reading. I feel like editing. I feel like blogging and writing books. So that’s what I’ll be doing.

You can find me here. This is where I’ll be.


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