It is time to pack

They say old times were better—maybe there is some truth for me about facebook.

Everything began in 2007, and now I think I have developed a terrible habit. Every time I start my computer, tablet or phone, I have this urge to open a tab with facebook. I open it, skim it, and read all the news feed, and for many occasions the feelings I have from it are not all nice.

Some times I get upset of all the stupid comments (according to myself) of some contacts, other times I feel out of place because I don’t share their point of view or their life style as expressed by some of them, and in other cases I feel nostalgic of not being there to share beautiful moments with family and friends— but at the end I find myself wasting a lot o time, sometimes more than I wished.

It should be easy and simple for me to control this terrible habit hat is becoming and addiction. On the one hand, self-control should be in my hands… but I find that deeply inside me I don’t really want to, and that is the real problem. I want to know what my friends and family are doing, being part of their lives, and make them be part of mine. On the other hand I could filter my contacts (or friends), but then is unfair because sometimes one gets caught between what is or isn’t politically correct, and hurt someone’s else feelings. Finally, I could use one of the many “productivity” apps and block facebook, but the thing is that is not a matter of technology but willpower.

The good, the bad and the ugly?

I don’t deny that it helped me to get in touch with friends and family, but when I think about it I ask myself if we are really connected, or it is just and illusion of a relationship that is not even shallow. It does fit for many of my contact but not for most of them. Also I keep up to date with some world events, but “some” is not enough in order to understand what is going on in the world, and I fell trapped and ignorant, like all those people who only know about the world for what they read no social media. I can’t be objective about life having such a narrow point of view, and expect it to be the truth.

I have stopped doing so many important things for my life like blogging because I believe I haven been wasting too much time on other irrelevant things like browsing on facebook. Writing is more valuable for me, and I fell that I am forgetting about it getting lost in a thread of news feeds. Sometimes I feel the need to comment, contribute, discuss, and at the end I end up inside this shallow world picking pictures to post, the links I want tot share and shutting down the things I want to say.

I want to have real conversations, call my friends, mi family, invite them to a bbq at my house, nachos, watch a movie, go to the beach or for a picnic, get together to paint. visit them in Colombia, Australia and the USA. I want to have a social life on 3D.

It is time to pack. Get together my contacts, find the way to keep in touch with them, delete every trace, unlink accounts, and once for all close my facebook account.

This will be the last update about the miscelanea through facebook… unless I relapse on my vice, addition or necessity. I just hope I don’t, but I can’t be naive and ignore that it might be a possibility.

In my house I didn’t learn about hate

(Clic aquí para la versión en Español)

In Colombia we are filling up of hate.

Against the government, the politicians, the neighbor, the young, the old, the cashier, the guy at the bank, at the grocery store, the mail man, the “customer service”, the salesman, the beggar, the poor, the rich, …….. against every body.

With so much hate, how can we expect any space for hope, faith, comprehension, sympathy, patience, tolerance, and at the end love for others?

Being in Colombia during presidential election campaigns made me think about how much infected we are with hate in our country.

Having lunch with the family, witnessing how their political views made the dinning table an battle field, removed any appetite. The respect for the differences is forgotten,  it is like anybody that doesn’t share your view deserves all the accumulated hatred from  your own politics disappointment. Social networks turn into a slaughterhouse that are no way civilized nor even childish. In fact, the old saying “it looks like a street market” is not suitable anymore.

So much hate around can make anybody ill.

Everything becomes a reason to fight, everybody is in a defensive position, with fists up ready to counterattack. Three stones in hand.

“Don’t let them”, “Birdbrains”, “There most be a rich boy that wants your place”, “Bastards, how dare they to do that?” —- where some of the many reactions of at least 10 people, completely separated and unrelated, when I told them that had just received an email from the airline reporting a change on my itinerary.

I was breathless——why all this aggressiveness? why that instinct to jump for the jugular? Why judging and reacting with violence without even listening what it has to say the other part?

My reply to everyone was “don’t worry, I just have to make a phone call and that is it! there is no problem, I won’t have any problems”. And I didn’t, one phone call and they changed it for a more convenient itinerary. No fighting, no problems, no yelling, no complaining. On the contrary, a nice voice, serene, patience, and comprehensive. The sad part is that the one managing my flights was not a Colombian company… everyone said (and I believe it too) that this entry would have been lot different otherwise—- perhaps I would have had to fight after all.

How do we expect that we get peace, is children in our homes grow listening the adults with all these phrases of hatred and so little actions to make the country a better place?

We complain a lot, but we do so little…. If adults are setting the example, what example are we setting?

No wonder why we hear teenagers hating everything and everybody without even knowing them.