I’m already having one. Without social media, I go through each day accomplishing the work I have: writing/editing in the morning, and tutoring in the afternoon. Without social media, writing excites me. My imagination is in tune with the universe. I matter, my job(s) matter, and my writing matters to the audience I imaginatively conjure.
When I’m on social media, I see the Tweets scrolling by, and I lose hope. The news is bleek and humans are mean and cynical. Sometimes, they’re funny or heartwarming, too, but I’m a passive observer of even the positive. I realize my writing is a raindrop in a vast ocean. It doesn’t matter. By extension, I don’t matter.
I know I’m not alone in the nihilism that falls like a lead apron over my heart, blocking out the radiating sunshine, after using social media. But why? Why does social media cause this? That’s rhetorical; don’t answer. In fact, don’t even ask. It just is.
Don’t ask why. It just is. Repeat chorus.