The wrong doing of social media.

I would say I hate social media.

But I use in no particular order, Facebook (personal, as I’ve binned thebeanspooner one), Instagram. I rarely use Snap-chat as I don’t really get it, and Twitter, which I’m a little hit and miss at!

Now I use Instagram for a 50/50 split. It started off as a personal account, even though it’s named after thebeanspooner moniker.

It was mainly set up to share pictures of Magoo and I, on our time together, doing random shite. Then it all morphed into this blog and more postings.

I used to use Facebook a lot. It was my main focus of hearing the news, keeping up with current affairs and generally keeping up with people etc etc.

Then as Facebook morphed into the beast that it is now, I took a step back from it all.

I was never really fully involved in it, as I always thought it over stepped that boundary of private and nosiness.

But once it morphed into the massive social media beast it is now, I started to wonder what the fuck was going on.

I’ve always had a handful of close-knit friends, but the Facebook ideology of ‘friends’ always intrigued me.

Now don’t get me wrong.

I think the entire idea of social media, whatever form you use, is an amazing tool and is also amazing for keeping in touch with people far and wide.

I’ve met some wonderful people from the far reaches of the globe, that in all honesty, without Facebook and social media, I may have never met….so there are some small bonuses.

But for me, that’s where it ends.

I never bought into the posting of every thing that I do.

Postings of food, coffee, stuff Magoo does, check ins (which I’ve never fully understood), likes, polls and all of the other sheepish bollocks that’s attached to it all.

There’s a time and place for things like that, and it’s not on the old world wide web for all sorts to fucking look at, share and like!

Don’t get me wrong, I love sharing stuff that Magoo does, photo’s of where we live and other such shite.

But only once in a while.

Not every single waking moment of my life.

I’m not that interesting for a start.

My life is pretty ritualistic and mundane.

When it was world mental health week, I posted a few articles onto my personal Facebook page, long articles, that would take the a normal person at least a good 5 minutes to read, about the drawbacks of suffering with mental health and how the over usage of social media can affect it.

Within 30 seconds I had 2 likes and within 5 mins I had over 35 likes, all about the article.

Now trust me, I very much doubt anyone I know will have read this particular article in full, as it was a beast and pretty hard going.

I personally don’t give a fuck if anything I post is liked or shared.

That’s not my point.

And it wasn’t my point for posting the article.

Again. I’ve never wanted to be a sheep.