Social media ‘Sunday’ blues

Black and white photo of Eva with an older woman in an outdoor plaza in Barcelona.

I have fond memories of going to church every summer Sunday with my grandma, elegant that she naturally was, she would put on her favorite fashion and jewelry for what she knew it was the social gathering event of the week, the moment to look one’s best, share success stories and bring out the most joyful and loving self. Facebook was actually inspired by Sunday’s mass.

Photo showing me on my Sunday's good-girl outfit. Barcelona, early 70s.

Looking and being our best one day a week is manageable, it’s also manageable to receive the same from others, their spark of life, beauty, love and success. But every day, a couple of times, or even more often!, it’s exhausting and, in some occasions, like myself, can lead to symptoms of depression. As my reality kicks in outside the digital world, balancing work with meals, family entertainment, negotiations or strikes, creative needs, challenging relationships and an economic earthquake of a Richter magnitude of 8 or 9, I decided it was time to withdraw from the showering toxicity of constantly feeling that there’s something wrong with me. I have left the Church of LinkedIn, Facebook and Instagram, and embraced the faith of my confinement view and my present, and future!, meaningful connections.

As someone passionate about technology and emotions, I am always interested in dissecting the value of what we create and try and identify what would be the recommended user guidelines. As much as technology can help us stay in touch with loved ones, find a new audience, stay on top of trends, news or be a source of fun and beauty, it can also be, a source of emptiness. Too many people, too many peacocks, too many goals. I understand everyone has different needs at different times, I just wish that the Sunday social-media mass tradition was more like Alcoholic Anonymous’ groups sometimes, be more real-life balanced.

Thanks for reading. Much love.