Every Monday has its own craziness. And instead of concentrating all my energy in handling the craziness, I often have existential questions coming to my mind in this most inopportune day. I can’t believe it. This almost never happens on a Friday or a weekend when I have more free time. And “the meaning of life” is the first one coming to my mind, followed by “the futile struggle”, and eventually ended in “striving having become a habit rather than an aspiration.” Timing has never been my strength and my scheduling is almost always messy.
This past Monday is particularly crazy. I realized early in the morning that the social media–a niche social media, not being widely used in America–we are using to conduct our client communication was down. Probably it’s due to global warming, electricity blackout, or some other inexplicable reasons. When it came back to life, we were told by the log in screen to reload our app, which took a long time. Then we realized that the password could be a problem since every time the app automatically springs to life, we haven’t been using our username and password to log in for years. Then it’s the mad dash to find the password. Our effort produced three results, but which password is the last password? It took us three hours to finally get everything sorted out. The panic. It is just too much panic for a little social media communication.
I had to call my friend who’s in Queens, New York. She’s an expert about this social media. She actually told me that some people have social media anxiety right now, the fear of getting in and the fear of missing out, almost as severe as real social anxiety.
I wonder if there’s a word for social media anxiety, addiction etc. I wonder if people would go to see a psychiatrist about this. Among all the criticism levied on people who are addicted to social media, I actually hear a positive example. There’s one couple whose relationship has improved after they started to communicate through their twitter account. They have cordial exchange of messages–no more screaming matches.