How Facebook Can Depress You as a Single Black Girl (Via The Black Youth Project)
So, I am discovering how utterly depressing Facebook can be. Yes, I did not stutter. Facebook, touted as the pen-ultimate medium for awkward wall flowers to gain social inclusion and social integration, is depressing. Not depressing in the most clinical sense of depressing, but more depressing in the vein of, “Damn, all my friends (I use the term, friends, loosely because are we really friends If I met you in the club one night and we said lets Facebook) are finding great partners,” as evidenced by their many corny profile pictures of them and their boo hugged up for dear life.
You know, on most days, I find Facebook engaging and entertaining because depending on your network of friends you are able to get access to all the news articles and stories you are likely to read because you and your Facebook friends share similar passions and issues. Furthermore, you can check in with people you do have offline relationships with. However, it is on the day when my hormones are fragile and my bed is empty that I begin to see Facebook as the Devil who comes to torment me about my singleness and low achievement. I can spend countless hours flipping through people’s pictures and imagining how perfect their lives must be given their preponderance of wedding pictures, newborn baby pictures, travels to distant lands pictures, and your garden variety of achievement pictures (i.e. People getting their white coats, People graduating, People starting profitable online businesses, etc.). I tend to do that with Social Living’s Escapes, but that is another blog for another day.
And, the more I think about it, Facebook depression is not just about being single because it has the ability to make you feel bad on many fronts. I feel bad on the social scale (i.e. I ain’t married). I feel bad on the professional level (i.e. I don’t have my doctorate). I feel bad on the spiritual level (i.e. I don’t praise Jesus with every status message). Yes, some reading this will see me as a bonafide hater. And, perhaps, I am. But, I would venture to say that many people experience this daily on Facebook. It’s a kind of Rites of Passage if not a cyber hazing ritual that all Facebook people must undergo. Furthermore, if you think this is a figment of my imagination the American Academy of Pediatrics finds that many young people suffer with Facebook depression.