Not to be dramatic, but I’m scared of social media. It’s a feeling that has been marinating in TikToks and hot takes and talk of BeReal for months. Where once I’d regularly be pumping out Instagram posts of sandwiches or Peggy Mitchell or my feet in new socks all accompanied by pithy bons mots, I’m now increasingly mute.
Sure, I still spend an embarrassing amount of time scrolling, liking, commenting “lol” or the melting face emoji. But something’s changed: I feel lost and purposeless, like I’m having some kind of online identity crisis.
Of course I realise that for older readers this may seem like the world’s tiniest problem. If you’re not running a Kardashian-style business via social media why should it matter? But for