Three months ago I deleted Snapchat. Completely. Gone. Poof.
I haven’t looked back, haven’t re-downloaded it back onto my iPhone once (note: I wrote that before I downloaded it again for a total of 6 hours on Tuesday as required for my internship), or even regretted my decision to take an indefinite break from the filtered-selfie mania that is the world of Snapchat. In fact, it was truly a breath of fresh air as soon as pressed “Confirm” to delete the app. FRESH AIR, finally.
Long story short: I reached my breaking point with the app. I felt like an addict who was watching themselves relapse every 5 minutes — even though I knew there were better ways I was supposed to be spending my time. Maybe it was months of feeling utterly unproductive, yet productive enough but in slow motion. I hadn’t been blogging regularly since the summer, and I didn’t know why? It’s my favorite hobby/stress reliever/creative outlet!! Was I that preoccupied with sending selfies (that neither party involved was that interested in, may I add) that I couldn’t find any more time in my day to do something meaningful?
That was my thought process moments before the deleting of the app happened.
Snapchat had gone from a silly thing I sent bad selfies to my sisters on for fun to something that played too much of a part in my daily existence. When I looked back on my life, was all I going to have to show for it low quality pictures that disappeared into cyberspace after 10 seconds?
I realize that’s a bit dramatic. Obviously Snapchat was not my ENTIRE life, nor the sole cause of distraction. But I’m trying to make a point about being lost in meaningless interactions. That’s what Snapchat was to me: meaningless. And as soon as I figured that out, I knew I had to delete it. To cut myself off from even having the opportunity to partake in the distraction. If someone really cares to get in touch with me, they’ll do something other than Snapchat me, was my line of thought. Conversely, I think not seeing the daily lives of acquaintances via their Snapchat stories has taught me that if I really cared to get in touch with someone, I’ll make sure they know it.
Honestly, Instagram’s latest update with their riff on “stories” helped too. Most (if not all) editors, bloggers, and brands I followed on Snapchat simply migrated to the Insta story, making it that much easier to consume all the content I wanted in one place. I may not have the always-strangely-flattering dog filter in my life, but I do have one less app pressuring me to “keep up” with everyone else on it.