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Breaking up with Social Media - Part Five - It's not Me, It's You! by Ian Hill

Social Media, at its inception, never seemed like anything more than a silly distraction to me. Yes, it was cool that so many more people were getting into this thing I loved called “The Internet” but to me I never saw these people as really getting what was special about the Internet to me so I never took sites like that seriously. At least that was the case at first. I had a strange love for the Internet but over time I learned how to stop worrying and love The Facebook. Sure the interactions were more vapid and self serving and less thoughtful or self-aware. I just figured that most people did not have a need to find themselves the way I did online, and good for them for already having their shit together. Instead I looked at social media as a place to get a hold of people I wanted to chat with that no longer used AIM and I would continue using my own website and Livejounral to continue loving the internet like I always had before.

That did not last for long.. Unfortunately Facebook became so popular that it more or less killed almost every other site that people used to connect with others online. Including blogging sites like Livejournal and any chat service that was not Facebook. As the world I loved online began to dwindle I too leaned harder into Facebook and started taking the content I would have previously posted elsewhere and started posting it on Facebook.

Only, things were not the same. You cannot post a long blog post (like this one) to Facebook and expect anyone to read it. At most people are going to read the title and maybe a few lines throughout and then make some kind of comment about the part that they read while ignoring the rest. Over time I stopped writing blog posts as instead of the thoughtful conversations I would get into on Livejournal with other writers I got nothing but homogenized life advice from people who did not even care enough to read what I had posted. The catharsis I had from the internet was going away. I could no longer be myself online as I had no place to do that anymore. Sure I can still post to my own personal website (and still do occasionally) but there was no longer any community to interact with. Meaningful conversation vacated the internet to be replaced with nothing but self-promotion and judgement. Online Ian no longer had a home and Family Ian had to move online to keep up appearances.

For years this has felt like a betrayal of myself. If I am not being authenticate online then what is even the point? I told myself I needed to keep up appearances so that if I ever got around to finishing a book I was writing I would have this large audience of online friends to share it with. I told myself that having a well kept online persona would help people get to know me with my best foot forward. I thought that these things mattered, but in reality I was just jamming myself back into a closet that I have always hated being trapped inside.

Now Facebook is a company that is actively harming the world. Nobody can question anymore the harm that the site inflicts upon democracy. It enables our worst tendencies as humans and silences voices that are not mainstream. So I have recently begun to really question why I am still on this site, can whatever I gain from being here actually make up for what I am supporting financially by allowing Facebook to sell my data for profit?

I don’t know that I can make that case. I don’t think there is enough to gain to make it worth it to continue to be on social media.

So with much pain I am breaking up with Social Media. I am sorry Facebook, it is not me, it is you. I fell in love with the internet when the internet was different. Back when it was accepting of who I was and allowed me to flourish as an individual. But as the internet has changed me so to has the internet changed, it is no longer the accepting place where I can be myself. I don’t really have any place I can be myself any longer (other than when I am home alone) and that is very sad. I would love for their to be a day where someone like me can find a place in the world again. However that place is certainly no longer Facebook or Social Media. So I must say goodbye to my online life, and move on to being myself in other ways. It was a good long run while it lasted but unfortunately there is nothing really left for me here.

I imagine my Facebook profile will still be online for a while but I have already removed most social media from my phone and I do not spend enough time online at home to really have any sort of presence anymore. If you are reading this and want a way to get a hold of me here are some great options!

Email: Ian@GreenGlassesProductions.com
Phone: (616) 841-5527
Google Chat: Ian.Bulock@Gmail.com

I hope this was an informative look into why I am quitting social media. If you want to know more about me check out my blog (you are reading it right now) there are plenty of other things to learn about me here. I would love to get some feedback from anybody that might have read this far. Maybe we can start our own online support group return some of that former glory we are missing online!

With Love <3 Ian

Socially BookMark Us! by Ian Bulock

I realize that most people read this blog and any other articles on this site via my personal Facebook page. I am completely fine with this as I realize that going to an individuals actual website is very 1990's. I would however like to point out that if you like the things I post, whether it be comics blogs or videos, you can always just click on the title on facebook and be brought to my site. Why would you want to do this? There are actually a few reasons. One you will be supporting my decision to have a personal website in an age of facebook-everything. Two you can actually see the articles in the manner that are intended to be seen. Facebook ruins formatting and tends to make all of my pictures look tiny. The third are the ever useful sharing and bookmarking tools at the bottom of each post. You can share my posts with your friends on Reddit, Digg, and many other great bookmarking sites. You can also get printer friendly versions or even a PDF copy. You can even click a like button straight from my site which will send more people here instead of just to the copies of the articles on facebook. This may sound like shameless self promoting. Well that is because it is! However if you only want to read my stuff on facebook. I totally understand.

Farewell Livejournal… by Ian Bulock

I have made a decision, and I am going to stick with it. I am officially leaving Livejournal forever. It has been 7 years since my first post on this site, and boy how things have changed. I was in High School then and this whole internet thing was still pretty neat. There are so many memories here that I will cherish forever. Livejournal has been a source of solace for me in the past and I am sure it continues to be such for many of you still here.

However I have moved on. I have grown up. I still appreciate this site for what it is and what it has given me but it is time to move on.

I just don't have the time or attention span to maintain an online presence in as many places as I do anymore.

With that said, I will keep this account open, all of the posts will still be here and if anyone chooses to comment them I will still get an email notification and reply.

If you wish to continue to follow my adventures in this crazy life of mine you can find me on facebook or just stop by my home on the web.

I will be going through these old posts and putting some of the highlights in my green-glasses.com site. So keep an out for those. And thanks for all the memories, I love you guys who have followed me and been my friend here. I hope you all are doing great :)

Livejournal by Ian Bulock

I sometimes wonder why I even post to this ancient site anymore. I realize more and more that every time I do I seem to get far more attention to my posts on facebook than I do on here. I could just remove the middle man and post straight to facebook, but then I feel like I would be throwing away the countless years I have spent here. Then again I did throw away the countless years I spent at GreatestJournal considering my journal there was deleted.

Dying sites delete things when they die. How long will it be until livejournal dies? Should I be worried about my journal leaving this world forever? I suppose I could back it up with one of those handy archival applications.

It is New Years Eve today, the end of another decade is upon us tonight, to me New Years always just feels like another day though. I have never found myself getting too caught up in the idea of it. According to popular sources we only have but two years left to live life on this planet. Once again the end of all civilization is close at hand!

Net-less by Ian Bulock

You have no idea how frustrating it is to work at a store like Skory Autosound and not have the internet working. Not because I cannot browse facebook or chat with my friends when it is slow (though that kind of sucks too.) Everything in our store is reliant on a stable always on connection to the internet. When we make a cash sale we log into a site to pull the customer account and enter the sale to our database. When we do a repair on a phone we have to log into the Eticket site to pull up the customers account and log our repair. When someone comes in to get speakers we go online to pull up the make of their car to see what size speakers it has and what parts we need to put new ones in. I dont even need to mention the fact that the internet is required to activate a phone.

Basically, if our internet goes down we can no longer operate. Our internet has been down for two days now. We are kind of making do. We have an air-card plugged into one computer, we have been tethring our phones to others. It is not an exact science to do the internet that way though.

Most of our cash sites and sprint sites operate in a very secure mode. Checking our IP address to make sure we are not getting on their system from an unauthorized computer. Our air-card is not authorized.

To say the least, I am frustrated.