My Social Feeds Are Trying To Kill Me
Every time I open any of my social media apps, I feel like they're all trying to murder me.
It doesn't matter which one.
They're all out to get me.
At night after I put my phone down
on the night table, I look under the bed to make sure it's safe.
I have nightmares about Insta and
Facebook standing over my prone, sleeping body, waiting for the right moment to
smother me with their huge digital pillows.
I don't think I'm being paranoid.
Maybe a tad dramatic for the sake of compelling content but paranoid?
I think not.
There is solid evidence to prove
it.
We all know that all our trusty
gadgets have ears. They are all excellent listeners. Alexa, Google, iPhone,
Nest, Ring. I don't even trust my old Atari 2600 at this point. Who knows when
they collude, what they conspire or how they recruit.
I can assure you that I'm not trying to go all Alex Jones on you.
This isn't some cockamamie conspiracy
theory I swear.
When I switched professions a year
ago, I made the conscious decision to be more outspoken on my social media
platforms. I do my best to advocate for those living or struggling with
substance use disorder and mental health conditions. It's important to me but
more importantly, it's just important.
I talk a lot about alcoholism,
addiction, depression, anxiety, and all sorts of recovery type stuff. I always
keep it positive. My wife and daughters are all aware that I'm in recovery and
have always offered up their unwavering support. Because of this, mental health
and recovery are often a topic that comes up in our house. Sometimes someone is
paying attention and sometimes it's just me babbling.
I'm not green behind the
ears. I know that anything I say or write and maybe even think at
this point, is fair game to the digital bugs that live in my general proximity.
Lately, my feed has
been absolutely saturated with a plethora of ads for micro dosed cocktails. (Respect
to El Guapo for bringing the word plethora into the mainstream)
Before a few weeks ago
I had no idea they even existed. Now I'm a legitimate connoisseur on all things
related to the "non-alcoholic buzz".
Damn, I'm still stuck
in the Bartles & Jaymes era.
Apparently, wine
coolers aren't a thing anymore. Good riddance.
Why would my feed be
trying to poison me with product that they well know I don't, won't and can't
consume?
Bruh.
I haven't craved any
type of substance in a very long time. I know how to play the tape forward. I'm
a proud member of the No Matter What club. One day at a time, right?
But...
I must admit, I caught
myself daydreaming the other day as I was consuming some of this propaganda. I said
to myself, maybe I can order a case of that micro dosed mushroom refresher
without anyone knowing and just give it a go.
SLAP!
TBH it was scary AF.
I shook that off after
about 3 seconds, but it really caught me off guard.
I truly and honestly
believe that everyone has the opportunity and the right to recover at their own
pace and on their own path. If someone is going to put down the needle and
switch over to a THC and CBD infused beverage and that keeps them safe and alive, I'm all
for it.
But I don't have that
luxury.
I need to manage my
feed with the same iron hand that Dalton wielded at the Double Deuce.
Screw you Facebook. No
thank you Insta. Bug off X.
I would indeed like to
see less of these types of advertisements in my feed. They are in fact, not
helpful.
It's my turn to smother
your smug, capitalist, digital face with my tiny pillow made from a billion,
invisible X's and O's.
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