“We disabled your account.”

With that, Meta permanently disabled my social media presence. And though it would be nice to clear my name of the bogus charge of violating community standards (Meta AI’s limitations and margin for error is a discussion for another day), I think Meta has actually done me a favor.

I’ve always had a complicated relationship with social media. Facebook, Instagram, Threads…It often felt like opening a fire hose as I was deluged with images, information, opinions and rants. I regularly deleted and reinstalled my apps during self-imposed breaks. Of course it wasn’t all bad. There were the memories that often reminded me of random thoughts and moments I’d forgotten. I was encouraged by communities that shared my values, interests and quirks. Most importantly, I kept up with the happenings of family and friends, near and far.

So what now? I see opportunities for more thoughtful connection and intentional engagement. I see invitations to explore new communities and platforms. I see the possibilities of redeemed time and energy. I see a life without Meta.

I wrote this poem almost 7 years ago, but the sentiment still rings true.

RELEVANT

Likes & loves

Clicks & shares

Fans & followers

This became the value of their life

Perfectly lit selfies

Outrageous opinions

Shameless self-promotion

Platforms built on illusions & lies

Identities lost

Souls sold for relevance
-LAS