Social media kills relationships

I won’t lie. The Internet changed my life….no, the Internet SAVED my life.    I met my husband online back before it was such a thing.  Before there were all these cases of catfishing and long, long before plenty of fish and e harmony was even thought about. Back then, if you wanted to meet people you gathered in a chat room and became an expert at speed reading while the conversations of multiple people scrolled across your screen.  

If it wasn’t for social media I wouldn’t be in the place where I am today.  There would have been no way our paths would have crossed otherwise. So in this sense I am thankful for that.  However, there is such a thing as too much social media.  Too much looking at a computer screen instead of looking into the eyes of your soulmate. Too much reading online articles instead of spending quality time with your soulmate, too much gaming (yes. There IS such a thing as too much gaming!), too much online shopping, too much internet!
I’m as guilty as the next person. I loves me my Facebook, my Influenster, my YouTube and my gaming.  A few years ago I would spend so much time on my computer that going to work and getting directly on the Internet was my daily routine.   If my ICQ chat wasn’t on I would twitch from lack of talking to anybody.  I gamed and would do so for days at a time.  Heck, I would message my husband while he was sitting across from me in the same room!! Nowadays everyone has some sort of device on them which has access to anything they need with just the click of a button.  If you go out in public and sit in a restaurant and look around you see people on their social devices instead of talking to the people they are sitting with. If there is a tragedy such as a house on fire, car accident, etc everyone around will most likely be grabbing videos or pictures to share on social media. It’s like, telling an old fashioned story isnt enough anymore.   Check out my Twitter, YouTube, Instagram or Facebook for the details.    

After a while though, I’ve grown bored with so much computer taking over my life.   I now look to the weekends as an opportunity to venture out and explore something new, or work on and or finish a home project that’s been on my mind.  I want to live while I can, since life is so fragile.  I want to do as much as I can while I can. 
Unfortunately as it stands now I’m alone in my household with feeling this way.  The same old routine still appeals to my husband and so we clash often on what to do in our spare time that we do manage to have together.   I never wanted to be that kind of wife that complains about how her husband never listens to her, but either I have grown more chatty in my old age or it seems that I do carry on one sided conversations more than not lately.  It’s not worth arguing over when we do get one on one time together, so I’ve reluctantly given more space.  In experiencing this I know I’m not alone.   I have heard countless stories of relatively the same thing, some stories worse Hopefully someday soon there will be a happy medium between internet usage and family time.  In the meantime I’ve been planning some sanity trips to visit friends and family. Solo. I think some much overdue social time will help decompress some of this frustration.  

It’s all about the respect…

“Uhh.  Stacey?  What the hell?!”  One of my friends whom I met through my job since she comes in with her dogs often was standing at my desk eying me as if I had a horn protruding from my forehead. 

“What? What did I do?”   I looked back at her and at first thought she was kidding about something but the expression on her face was serious. 
“What just happened?  Why do you let her treat you like that?”
Huh?  Oh. Now I knew what she was talking about.   I guess it happened so often that I didn’t think much of it anymore. You see, a few of my co workers would regularly grow bored right in the middle of a conversation with me and just get up and walk away.  No warning.   No reason.   Even if I was trying to relay something important pertaining to my job it didn’t matter.  The next thing I knew I was left alone talking to myself and feeling foolish.  Rather than pout about it I had learned to shrug it off and move on to something else.  I had been treated that way pretty much since my first day of working there.  I remember some of us were gathered up at the front after a hectic and long work day chatting away about different things before we all headed home.   The moment I chimed in on one of the conversations I was interrupted, talked over and left in awkward silence as people headed out the door and home for the day.   At first i thought it was a fluke but then it happened again and again and again.  At one point one of my other workers had made a comment about it after I was in mid joke telling and the person whom I was talking to had turned to walk out of the room.  I laughed it off but deep down it really did hurt being treated like that.  Even if it was some stupid joke or something else I wanted to share, it got to the point where I just shut off my emotions and did my best to pretend it didn’t happens.  If anything to salvage my pride.   At it was working for the most part.  It hadnt been witnessed by someone else before though, until now.  

So now I had to explain to my concerned friend what had just happened. And it was humiliating. Again.   Ugh. 

“That’s disrespectful!  Why do you let her treat you that way?”


The truth is, I don’t have an answer to that question. Even though I preferred to blend in to the background as a kid, I had begun to find my voice and my confidence after separating from Chris and therefore started enjoying more of a leadership and mentor role.  Life became fun again, and even though I was struggling to accept the fact that I would most likely never have kids of my own I could leave my mark in this world in other ways.  With life experiences and helping others.  Isn’t that what life is about?

But on the subject of how someone could treat another person with such little regard that they would walk away from them in mid conversation…. It shows an immature level  lack of respect. I know I would never treat someone that way, even if what they were saying was putting me to sleep from boredom.   I guess rather than let it get to me anymore I can be secure with myself in knowing  that I was raised better than that. 
And if they don’t want to hear what I have to say.     Then it’s their loss.   Period.