If you ask me if I want to go to a nightclub, the answer will be an emphatic “hell no.”
In fact, I can’t really think of a place that is ostensibly for fun and enjoyment fun that I would rather go less.
However, there’s a good percentage of people who emphatically want to go to night clubs. People who look forward to going to night clubs. People who quit their normal, high-paying desk jobs in order to work in night clubs because they like them so much.
I think there’s an analogy here to social media.
It’s no secret that I kind of hate social media.
That I’m totally onboard with Tristan Harris’s Center for Humane Technology
attempting to restructure how we think about the parasitic devices that are always in our pockets leeching our data and – more importantly – our attention.
That I think the supra-normal stimulus of notifications, newsfeeds, and algorithmically predatory headlines are equivalent to the junk food clogging our supermarket aisles and the discarded plastic floating in our oceans.
That the metricized social hierarchy on Instagram creeps me out – and makes me insecure in my own social signaling skill set.
Still, I think that a certain type of personality gets a lot of fulfillment and value from social media.
Most people are probably a blend of each of these traits – and they may switch what “mode” they prefer based upon what they’re working on.
In my case, my disposition, my work and my preferred working style make social media a really unpleasant place for me.
But, just because I never, ever want to go to a night club, that doesn’t mean that I think that no one should ever go to night clubs.
So that’s why I hate social media, and why I try to leave my phone as far away from me as possible.