<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Tecnology Addiction on Walking in Sober Boots</title><link>https://soberboots.org/tags/tecnology-addiction/</link><description>Recent content in Tecnology Addiction on Walking in Sober Boots</description><image><title>Walking in Sober Boots</title><url>https://soberboots.org/soberboots/assets/uploads/2023/07/img_1290.jpg</url><link>https://soberboots.org/soberboots/assets/uploads/2023/07/img_1290.jpg</link></image><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2016 11:54:58 -0400</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://soberboots.org/tags/tecnology-addiction/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Simple Strategy for Disengaging from Social Media</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2016/08/22/a-simple-strategy-for-disengaging-from-social-media/</link><pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2016 11:54:58 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2016/08/22/a-simple-strategy-for-disengaging-from-social-media/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;On July 28th, I had one of those big blow out fights with a Facebook friend over politics.  It got ugly.  I got angry, really angry and ultimately removed that friend from my friends list. I also made an announcement that I&amp;rsquo;d be leaving Facebook for a while and that the best way to reach me would be by phone or Facebook Messenger &amp;ndash; since like a lot of people there are &amp;ldquo;friends&amp;rdquo; on my list that I don&amp;rsquo;t actually have any contact information for and who don&amp;rsquo;t have my phone number.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I stewed over this event throughout the weekend.  The committee in my head told me all sorts of things about this person and all sorts of things about myself.  I was stressed out and not handling myself well.  I&amp;rsquo;d lost my serenity.  And I was still posting on Facebook. A friend in my 12-step group noticed and mentioned that he&amp;rsquo;d noticed &amp;ndash; in a kind and loving way.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t recall exactly when the conversation happened, but my wife suggested that perhaps, just maybe, I didn&amp;rsquo;t need to engage in Facebook.  Or on Instagram, or on twitter, or read the New York Times daily.  Her logic was that these things weren&amp;rsquo;t really adding value to my life.  In fact they were stressing me out and I was not that great to be around.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I committed to reducing my interactions with Facebook.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>