Given that I’m addicted to social media, this was one of the tougher goals Lyssa challenged me with. Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram are part of my every day routine.
Step one: Turn off all social media notifications. (By the way, Lyssa didn’t make this goal easy – I’ll touch on that later.)
Step two: Delete all apps.
Step three: Wait a week.
I woke up on Sunday morning and Lyssa immediately told me, “This is it. Today you’re going to start your blackout from social media for a week.” I didn’t have a warning or a moment to cry. I just had to do it. This sucked. On a normal day, I check the same websites (Huffington Post, Deadspin, ESPN, ProFootballTalk) and then I head to check social media. With social media being taken away, I was less connected to what was going on in the world.
In addition to feeling like I was missing out, I was also feeling left out of the joke. As it turns out, Lyssa was posting a bunch of Photoshopped images of me on our Facebook page. I’m sure most of you saw the pictures she posted — from me speaking at a Trump rally (gross), to me being pictured with Brett Favre (equally as gross). The worst is that I knew something was being posted on my wall but had no idea what, thanks to a few of my coworkers who approached me, alluded to the posts and said, “Damn man… Lyssa’s a savage.” I was so angry that I wasn’t in on a joke at my expense and I couldn’t do anything about it except wait. To steal a line from a popular movie, “I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.”
Here are all of the photos she posted during the week:
From Sunday to Sunday, I was off of all social media. Not once did I cheat. I feel like I learned a bit about myself and it wasn’t good. I learned that I need to be stimulated all the time by constant information. However, my desire for the bullshit, mindless information is greater than my desire to not be constantly stimulated, so with that said, I’m glad I’m back and I’m not leaving anytime soon.