Well, that didn’t take long.
I sent a Snapchat to my daughter yesterday morning from a hotel bathroom. Doesn’t this sound shady already? I took an unflattering video of my poor hubbs in the doorway. I said to my daughter, “I’m dangerous on Snapchat. There’s no telling what I’ll accidentally send to whomever.”
And it’s true. The evil isn’t in the thing. The evil is in me.
Here’s what I’ve learned in the past 48 hours:
- Social media is a black hole.
- There are about a bazillion ways for me to be to be led astray there.
- I need to be more adept at using Snapchat before I tap one more key in that app.
- Videos and photos from Snapchat are saved to your camera roll. 😳
(Well, they are when you don’t know what you’re doing. 😂)
Yes, my clan keeps it squeaky clean on social media. But Snapchat gives a false sense of privacy. And I still would not want those no-makeup, bathroom shots to get misplaced while traveling through all those servers, even if they are fully clothed.
After purging my camera roll of all those um, Snapchat things, I have a new sense of respect for the peace, quiet and safety of life unplugged.
Now, don’t get me wrong; I still use technology. But I’m going to strengthen my fences a little.
And I’m going to remember the message from this song: