Last night my 10-year-old brother Xavier was deleted from the Instagram world, by my mum. She’s really into abiding by the age requirements on social media and was less than pleased to find out Xavier had been posting selfies for the whole world to see.
This has always been the case if you’re wondering. By the time my mum finally caved and let me have a MySpace account aaaaand I had edited it to sweet perfection (a lily allen song playing and pictures of my friends and I peace-and-pouting at luna park #year8), Facebook had taken over and I had to move on quickly.
Back to my original story. What followed was half an hour of my mum trying to figure out how to delete an Instagram account, convincing my brother to divulge his password and repeating the phrase “I’m sick of this bound to social media forever crap!”.
This made me think, am I really bound2 social media?
In actual fact, I probably am.
I have been wanting to delete my Facebook for months now. I never post anything and to be honest my feed is getting more and more boring by the hour. However, by the time I decided ‘yep I’m doing it’, I realised that it was not at all possible. If I deleted Facebook altogether how would I …
a) Keep up with uni group work, when we are told to contact each other via the site?
b) Find out what shifts I am working for the week, when our rosters are posted in a private group?
c) Know when anyone’s birthday is / details of a event, when all invites are on Facebook?
d) Contact friends who use inboxing as their almost sole form of communication?
–Am I Bound4ever? Uhuh honey
– Caitlin
–photo sourced from intothegloss.com
