I find myself in what would seem to be very desirable circumstances regarding information. The internet gives me access to books, blogs, videos, social media, news feeds, email, texts, and even good old phone calls. Since I am a retired empty nest man with just a few life maintenance activities to tend to, I have ample time to explore the available information. Yet I find myself frustrated by my lack of discipline in how I make use of the resources available.
One default mode I seem to share with many folks is a tendency to use my phone to mindlessly scroll through various articles. The social media, search engine, and artificial intelligence software is very good at feeding me more and more bite sized chunks of things that I seem to have shown interest in. Consequently, the scrolling can become somewhat akin to a substance abuse disorder.
I used Facebook for a couple of decades and found that I was reading many fewer things that could be seen as edifying. When I posted my thoughts on various subjects, I became increasingly frantic to see whether I got likes or comments on what I had written. I found myself checking many times a day to see where those stood, even though I knew full well that the data would trickle in over a day or three and would prove to be of very little importance or even interest.
I got off Facebook about a month ago. I don't really miss it except for one small thing. Facebook was one of the few places where I strove to put my thoughts into writing. Passive consumption of other people's creative content can certainly be worthwhile, but I miss the discipline of organizing and recording my own material.
So here I am on Blogger once again. I see that most of my writing are more than a decade old.