When I first deleted my Snapchat, I never thought it would last. Just like a romantic relationship, I thought that our attachment had grown too strong and I just wanted to take a ~break~ to get some much needed space.
“It’s not you Snapchat, it’s me.” I thought to myself.
Well, a whole ten months post-breakup… turns out Snapchat, it actually was you.
Just like every other college student, I used to live for my Snapchat. There was never a night out, funny moment or post-workout selfie that was not featured on my snap story. Snapchat became my primary mode of communication for friends that were away at other colleges and even for my BC friends who I saw every day. Little conversations that could have occurred over text turned into perfectly staged selfie snaps with fun filters instead.
When I was home for winter break last year, it suddenly dawned on me how attached I was to my Snapchat. I was planning a trip with my friends and the first thing that popped into my mind was how exciting the geotag would be in that location. I didn’t even think the trip itself would be that exciting but on social media it would certainly look like it. I realized that I wanted everything “fun” in my life to be on social media or else it would feel like it wasn’t worth it. Had I really become so superficial that I couldn’t enjoy spending quality time with my friends without showing everyone else that it was happening? I wondered if half the things I put on my snap story were nearly as exciting or enviable as they looked in pictures. I was frightened by the thought and in conjunction with the “new year, new me” mentality that hits everyone after New Year’s, I decided to delete my Snapchat.
The first couple of days without having my Snapchat were definitely the hardest. Just like in a relationship, when something exciting or sad or wonderful happens, you immediately want to text that person and share it with them; I felt the same way about sharing those moments on Snapchat.
This sounds crazy right? Because I think it kind of is. We are all so attached to our social media accounts nowadays- and especially Snapchat because it is so present- that sometimes our first instinct is to share with social media instead of actual people we know and care about.
Somehow it’s been almost ten months since I deleted my Snapchat and happy to say that I am still alive! It has definitely been an adjustment to not be constantly inundated with snaps from friends and worrying about getting the perfect lighting for my selfie but a good change after all. (Quick side note, let’s not forget that social media is so ubiquitous now that although I deleted my Snapchat, I am still very much stalking my friends’ lives on Facebook, Instagram and let’s be serious… even Venmo.)
In these last ten months, here are a couple of the things I have realized:
- I’m really not missing out on too much. I’m sure I have missed some hilarious photos and videos of my friends (especially my friends from home) but a majority of snaps are pretty negligible.
- Any information that I missed on Snapchat will eventually be shared with me if it’s important enough. I’ve had multiple “omg I forgot you don’t know because I put it on snapchat!!!” conversations but I end up finding out the information eventually.
- Being able to go out and do fun things without being obsessed with getting a photo of it is actually pretty liberating.
- Less FOMO when you don’t have to see the snaps, wooh!
So in conclusion, Snapchat I still love you and miss you…. But it really is better if we stay apart. I enjoyed our time together but our time is over… for now. I hope we can still be friends.