I quit social media like I quit alcohol

A dark, but necessary venting session to detox and cleanse after a decade of using.

Social media is alcohol. Marketed pretty poison. Addictive and soul sucking. It makes you think you need it and that you can’t socialize without it. It promises success if you hold its hand or rather, it in your hand always. It is a façade. It makes you swim through the weeds to arrive on an empty shore. Forcing you to view whatever it wants along the way. Sometimes you regret what you said or did when you were “on it” triggering self-deprecation and deleting what others deemed not good enough. It traps you into being the jester of its courts. Entertaining the royalty that have their way, depleting their community of value, time, and free thought at any price. Demanding you pay taxes to the king as you beg for food. It is a trap. Come here my pretty it taunts. Who is holding the strings? Making you dance? Who is reaping the benefits as you fall down the rabbit hole? Voices telling you what to think, what to do, how to look as you plummet deeper and deeper. A vast darkness consuming anyone it can lure into its depths. Laughter along the way as you bang your head against the fishbowl you put yourself inside of. Popcorn spraying from rotten teeth, cackling mouths, and pointing fingers as they watch you fall into darkness. It is an apocalypse and virus. And in this way, we feed the monster our own minds.