My last two days of work have been pretty busy. With school semesters coming up quickly and our products being…less than ideal at the moment there is a ton of work to be done in order to make sure everyone has a good experience this fall.
So, when I went on twitter today to see what had happened in the previous 20 hours I was overwhelmed with 200 new tweets. Now, I know that sounds ridiculous, quantifying 200 as “overwhelming” since plenty of people get thousands a day, but I actually read them and make notes to read the articles I think may be interesting. This isn’t a quick browse-and-be-gone deal for me.
In an attempt to regain some sanity and a handle on the days news I went to my google reader. Over 500 new things. Christ. Again, I’m only following stuff I actually care about reading, not stuff that I’m just gonna ‘J’ through (that’s not sexual Gouda, it’s the keyboard command to go to the next post).
If this is what piles up after only a day and a half of neglect, I guess I just never realized how much time I really spend looking at stuff on a day-to-day basis. That’s kinda ridiculous, honestly. My resolution then, in an attempt to unwind myself from this mess is to basically ignore any and all social media over the next few days. Probably gonna go til next Tuesday since I have a bunch of stuff between work, moving back to Atlanta, and running an orientation group for new Tech MBAs. So yeah, no google reader, no twitter, no facebook, no (gasp) forums.
However, the truly big issue isn’t going to be not reading any of those, the content’s not going anywhere after all. No, it’s going to be when I finally go back to these services and have to flush everything. Just dump it. Don’t read a word. I’m a terrible mass consumer and pack rat by nature. I want to see everything, devour it, and file it away in an easily accessible place so that I can bring it back up later whenever the situation dictates. I mean, I used to keep handwritten logs of things like the NBA draft for no explicable reason other than I just didn’t want to not know what had happened.
Now I’m going to basically be sacrificing thousands of potential stories and, to be completely honest, it makes me feel pretty uneasy. I don’t know if it’s a nervous feeling or just some kind of uncomfortable, but the idea of missing out on this information that I’ve made some sort of social pact with to consume does not sit well with me.
And I know that’s ridiculous, that’s the worst part.