Unfollowed Quotes

Our breakup broke the record for the most mutual parting of ways in history. Here’s the text-message conversation: Me: Hey . . . should we break up? Canadian: Ya probably. Me: Ok. Canadian: Did you watch Hoarders last night? Me: Ya! I can’t believe that woman ate her dead dog thinking it was jerky. Canadian: I know! Crazy! Me: Well . . . goodbye I guess. Canadian: Do we have to unfollow each other on Twitter? I’d rather still follow you. You have funny tweets. Me: No way. I never unfollow anyone. That’s so tacky. Canadian: Agreed.

Brendan cleared his throat hard. “What does ‘follow’ mean?” “Don’t,” Deke rushed to say. “Don’t press it.” His thumb was already on the way back up. “Too late.” All three of his crew members surged to their feet. “No. Brendan, don’t tell me you just tapped the blue button,” Sanders groaned, hands on his mop of red hair. “She’s going to see you followed her. She’s going to know you internet stalked her.” “Can’t I just unfollow now?” Brendan started to tap again. Fox lunged forward. “No! No, that’s even worse. If she already noticed you followed her, she’s just going to think you’re playing games.” “Jesus. I’m deleting the whole thing,” Brendan said, throwing the offending device onto the dashboard.

Here’s the dead end of social media: after you’ve created your own bubble that reflects only what you relate to or what you identify with, after you’ve blocked and unfollowed people whose opinions and worldview you judge and disagree with, after you’ve created your own little utopia based on your cherished values, then a kind of demented narcissism begins to warp this pretty picture. Not being able or willing to put yourself in someone else’s shoes—to view life differently from how you yourself experience it—is the first step toward being not empathic, and this is why so many progressive movements become as rigid and as authoritarian as the institutions they’re resisting.

With me living forty-five minutes away, Tumblr is supposed to be sacred ground where our friendship is cemented. Unfollowing me is the same as saying, ‘I don’t like you anymore.

Let's face it. We live in a command-based system, where we have been programmed since our earliest school years to become followers, not individuals. We have been conditioned to embrace teams, the herd, the masses, popular opinion -- and to reject what is different, eccentric or stands alone. We are so programmed that all it takes for any business or authority to condition our minds to follow or buy something is to simply repeat a statement more than three or four times until we repeat it ourselves and follow it as truth or the best trendiest thing. This is called "programming" -- the frequent repetition of words to condition us how to think, what to like or dislike, and who to follow.

The discovery of internal inconsistency and hypocrisy as an important first step in seeing outside of group dogma.

Thou shalt not unfollow someone, merely because they stopped following you.

Back in the day, I used to call them names when someone pissed me off. Now, I just unfollow them on twitter. That’ll show those motherfuckers! -Mercy to Miller

Unfollow your heart if your heart is not following Allah.

If you follow Christ, the world will unfollow you.

Some dreams are better left unfollowed. They can turn into nightmares

There are many paths to a fairytale ending... Blocking, unfollowing, muting, and unfriending also lead to "Happily ever after.

You say progress, but maybe you mean money. You say unity, but maybe you mean money. You say revolution, but maybe you mean money. Maybe you always mean money.

Already, every day, millions of us are needled and outraged by the hysterically stated views of those with whom we don’t agree. Our irritation pushes us into a place of fiercer opposition. The more emotional we become, the less rational we become, the less able to properly reason. In an attempt to quieten the stress, we begin muting, blocking, de-friending and unfollowing. And we’re in an echo chamber now, shielded from diverse perspectives that might otherwise have made us wiser and more empathetic and open. Safe in the digital cocoon we’ve constructed, surrounded by voices who flatter us with agreement, we become yet more convinced of our essential rightness, and so pushed even further away from our opponents, who by now seem practically evil in their bloody-minded wrongness

Jake still won’t talk to me, and I miss him so much, it’s like I’ve been hollowed out by a nuclear blast and there’s nothing left but ashes fluttering inside brittle bones. I’ve sent him dozens of texts that aren’t only unanswered; they’re unread. He unfriended me on Facebook and unfollowed me on Instagram and Snapchat. He’s pretending I don’t exist and I’m starting to think he’s right. If I’m not Jake’s girlfriend, who am I?

Doubt was nothing more than an epistemological humility: a deep and practical awareness that outside our sphere of knowledge there existed information and experiences that might show our position to be in error. Doubt causes us to hold a strong position a bit more loosely, such that an acknowledgment of ignorance or error doesn't crush our sense of self or leave us totally unmoored if our position proves untenable. Certainty is the opposite: it hampers inquiry and hinders growth. It teaches us to ignore evidence that contradicts our ideas, and encourages us to defend our position at all costs, even as it reveals itself as indefensible. Certainty sees compromise as weak, hypocritical, evil, suppressing empathy and allowing us to justify inflicting horrible pain on others.

It wasn't the desire for an easy life that led me to leave. Losing them was the price of honesty. A shredded heart for a quiet conscience.

Love me like the ocean loves the shore sometimes hard, sometimes gentle retreating a bit to let her breathe but never too far, never for long

Please realize before following if you intend to unfollow after that, which leaves an ugly taste and awkward context of your character and mindset.

First, follow and then unfollow describes the frustration of thoughts.

If I get a DM that says, “Thanks for following! You can also like me on Facebook!” I literally want to unfollow immediately.

Spiritual awakening is like unfollowing who you think you are.

He sets his sandwich down, grabs his phone, and opens Instagram. “I’m unfollowing you again.

Symptoms of Social Media Psycho are that; one who follows and unfollows you.

To gain more control of your life stop focusing on the drama of other people which may include unfollowing some people both on and offline. 

The imperfections of religions can only be understood by their unfollowers, not followers.

Here’s the dead end of social media: after you’ve created your own bubble that reflects only what you relate to or what you identify with, after you’ve blocked and unfollowed people whose opinions and worldview you judge and disagree with, after you’ve created your own little utopia based on your cherished values, then a kind of demented narcissism begins to warp this pretty picture.

The human heart was created in the context of the perfection of the garden of Eden. But we don’t live there now. This is why our instincts keep firing off the lie that perfection is possible. We have pictures of perfection etched into the very DNA of our souls. We chase it. We angle our cameras trying to catch it. We take twenty shots hoping to find it. And then even our good photos have to be color corrected, filtered, and cropped. We do our very best to make others think this posted picture is the real deal. But we all know the truth. We all see the charade. We all know the emperor is naked. But there we are, clapping on the sidelines, following along, playing the game. Trying to believe that maybe, just maybe, if we get close to something that looks like perfection it will help us snag a little of its shine for ourselves. But we know even the shiniest of things is headed in the direction of becoming dull. New will always eventually become old. Followers unfollow. People who lift us up will let us down. The most tightly knit aspects of life snag, unravel, and disintegrate before our very eyes. And we are epically disappointed. But we aren’t talking about it.

You hear stories about people who've committed bad crimes. Suddenly they decide to confess it all, turn themselves in to the authorities, get everything off their conscience-the burden, the harm, the shame, the self-hatred. They make a clean breast of things before going off to jail. As if guilt was the worst thing in the world to them. I'm willing to say now that guilt has less to do with it than you might think. Rather, the intolerable problem is of everything suddenly being so confused: the clear path back to the past being cluttered and unfollowable; how the person once felt being now completely changed from how he feels today. And time itself: how the hours of the day and night advance so oddly-first fast, then hardly passing at all. Then the future becoming as confused and impenetrable as the past itself. What a person becomes in such a situation is paralyzed-caught in one long, sustained, intolerable present. Who wouldn't want to stop that-if he could? Make the present give way to almost any future at all. Who wouldn't admit everything just to gain release from the terrible present? I would. Only a saint wouldn't.

That the answer to bad ideas is to publicly reason against them, to advocate for and propagate better ones. And that it is dangerous to vest any central authority with broad powers to limit the bounds of acceptable discussion—because these powers lend themselves to authoritarian abuse, the creation of echo chambers, and the marginalization of ideas that are true but unpopular. In short, the principles underlying the freedom of speech recognize that all of us are susceptible to cognitive deficiencies and groupthink, and that an open marketplace of ideas is our best defense against them.

Social media is not toxic. Social media sites are not toxic. It might just be that you've allowed the toxic people you follow on social media to make it toxic for you. There is no rule, no law or no condition on any of these sites that says you must continue to follow or stay connected with someone you don't want to on social media. Unfollow, disconnect and block if need be and as often as you like.

essence, it’s fascist. Here’s the dead end of social media: after you’ve created your own bubble that reflects only what you relate to or what you identify with, after you’ve blocked and unfollowed people whose opinions and worldview you judge and disagree with, after you’ve created your own little utopia based on your cherished values, then a kind of demented narcissism begins to warp this pretty picture.

The changing trends reflected evolving user preferences, but they were also a reaction against the burnout-inducing standard of the peak influencer era. “We all know the jig is up,” said Matt Klein, a cultural strategist. “We’ve all participated in those staged photos. We all know the stress and anxiety it takes. And we can see through it. Culture is a pendulum and the pendulum is swaying. That’s not to say everyone is going to stop posting perfect photos. But the energy is shifting.” For the reigning influencers, the shift was disorienting and even catastrophic. “What worked for people before doesn’t work anymore,” said James Nord. In 2018, a creator could post a shot with manicured hands on a coffee cup and rake in the likes. By 2019, people would unfollow. According to Fohr, by the end of that year, 60 percent of influencers in his network with more than 100,000 followers were losing followers month over month. “It’s pretty staggering,” he said.

If you're thinking of a social media spring clean, start with those who never comment on or like anything you post - they're just spying on you. Next, lose the ones who only contact when they have something to sell or promote - they're using you.

Unfollow relentlessly. Unfollow anyone who shares updates that are toxic, that bring negativity, or are even just annoying. Your feed is a place to exercise being selfish. If an account does not positively contribute to your life, then unfollow. This goes for unfollowing discussions in addition to people. It can be tempting to go down various rabbit holes while following trending discussions, or even the news. Exercise that same level of restraint. If a discussion is not of direct benefit for you, remove yourself from it.

So, fast-forward to the Smollett post. After I reposted it, and called them out for taking it down, I received an outpouring of thousands of comments and DMs, some even showing videos, of how Instagram was interfering with my following. Some weren’t allowed to like my posts or my father’s. The little heart would light up, and then it would flash back off. Some commented, “Hey Don, I had to follow you three times this week and I never unfollowed you.” With others, it was, “Don, I was blocked out of my account for twenty-four hours for liking one of your feeds.

We live in an age where we feel guilt whenever we have to cut someone off but the reality is that some relationships do need to die, some people do need to be unfollowed and defriended. We aren’t meant to be this tethered to the people in our past. The Internet mandates that we don’t burn bridges and keep everyone around like relics but those expectations are unrealistic and unhealthy. Simply put, we don’t need to know what everyone else is up to. We’re allowed to be choosy about who we surround ourselves with online and in real life, even if it might hurt people’s feelings.

We live in an age where we feel guilt whenever we have to cut someone off but the reality is that some relationships do need to die, some people do need to be unfollowed and defriended. We aren’t meant to be this tethered to the people in our past. The Internet mandates that we don’t burn bridges and keep everyone around like relics but those expectations are unrealistic and unhealthy. Simply put, we don’t need to know what everyone else is up to. We’re allowed to be choosy about who we surround ourselves with online and in real life, even if it might hurt people’s feelings.

Doubt causes us to hold a strong position a bit more loosely, such that an acknowledgment of ignorance or error doesn’t crush our sense of self or leave us totally unmoored if our position proves untenable. Certainty is the opposite: it hampers inquiry and hinders growth. It teaches us to ignore evidence that contradicts our ideas, and encourages us to defend our position at all costs, even as it reveals itself as indefensible.

In a world so determined to sort us in boxes- are you happy or sad a morning person or night woke warrior or shy brown or white? In a world that forgets how ridiculous it is for a being to be just one thing when we are stardust and earth, ashes and flowers, all mangled together. In a world that demands I piece myself apart to claim one identity or another, I only find myself whole, here with you, I can be everything, I can be me.

On Social Media people always seem to appear and then disappear. Befriend you as a writer perhaps because they think that you can just help them reach their goals or just maybe because they've heard of you. On some? Like on Instagram? Follow you and then unfollow you in their own shallow pathetic pursuit of looking popular. Not giving two shits about you or have any real interest in your actual work. Once upon a time that used to really bother me because they obviously lack authenticity & any manners. But after thirty some years of writing & publishing and creating and actually earning all of the merits and being myself, being true to the words and all the poetry that is the only real thing that truly matters? I simply say to all of them. Fuck you. I'm R.M. Engelhardt And if you haven't heard of me or read any of my work then obviously you don't really know much about poetry

I am often asked by editors, fans, friends about what I read or which authors influence my writing. My answer seems surprising to them, for people expect names and quotes from me, while I give them the source of "feelings". I believe that becoming a writer is not about finding similarities, nor following the same trends, with different accessories. I often un-follow subscriptions and newsfeeds when I want to write about something. When I write I follow, read and am inspired by Life, People and Passion. I guess my "current" is personal and universal. (Soar)

Doubt was nothing more than epistemological humility: a deep and practical awareness that outside our sphere of knowledge there existed information and experiences that might show our position to be in error. Doubt causes us to hold a strong position a bit more loosely, such that an acknowledgment of ignorance or error doesn’t crush our sense of self or leave us totally unmoored if our position proves untenable. Certainty is the opposite: it hampers inquiry and hinders growth. It teaches us to ignore evidence that contradicts our ideas, and encourages us to defend our position at all costs, even as it reveals itself as indefensible.

1 The holes in this story are not lamps, they are not wheels. I walked and walked, grew a beard so I could drag it in the dirt, into a forest that wasn't there. I want to give you more but not everything. You don't need everything. 2 This is what they found on the dead man's desk when the landlord let them in: twenty-eight pages, esoteric and unfollowable, written with perfect penmanship and a total disregard for any reader, as it the intended audience was a population not quite human. Angelic script, says the detective, lifting the pages, feeling their heft and he wonders what he means because it isn't. His partner nods but ignores him. A park bench, white roses, dark coats and white roses, snow and repetitions of snow--it's hard to read but pretty much how they found him: dead on a bench in a black coat, the snow falling down. Twigs and blackbirds, snow and red horses, the ghosts floating up, the snow falling down--the detective is weeping--and the black coat. 3 Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story. 4 It's getting late, Little Moon. Finish the song. It's not that late. You are my moon, Little Moon, and it's late enough. So climb down out of the tree. Is it safe? Safe enough. Are you dead as well? The night is cold, it is silver, it is a coin. Not everyone is dead, Little Moon. But the big moon needs the tree. There is a ghost at the end of the song. Yes, there is. And you see his hand and then you see the moon. Am I the ghost at the end of the song? We are very close now, Little Moon. Thank you for shining on me. 5 He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand. He was dead anyway, a ghost. I'm surprised I saw his hand at all. All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion a long time ago. I live in someone else's future. I stayed as long as I could, he said. Now look at the moon. The Worm King’s Lullaby

First, follow and then unfollow, describes the frustration of thoughts.

Why was it so hard for them to celebrate Christ? Simple—public approval forbade it. If you follow Christ, the world will unfollow you. You will be shunned. You will be despised. If the glory of man is your god, you will not celebrate the glory of Christ. Or, if you come to Christ and treasure his glory above all other glory, you will be forced to forfeit the buzz of human approval. Christians today still face real life glory wars and real life tensions inside the digital world. So what do we fear more, the disapproval of God or the disappearance of our online followers?

Baumeister and his group wrote in the social-exclusion paper that being part of society means accepting a bargain between you and others. If you will self-regulate and not be selfish, then you get to stay and enjoy the rewards of having a circle of friends and society as a whole, but if you break that bargain, society will break its promise and reject you. Your friend groups will stop inviting you to parties and will unfollow you on Twitter. If you are too selfish in your larger social group, it might reject you by sending you to jail or worse.

That elicited a barrage of Fuck yous and STFU cunts in response before blocking and unfollowing her.

am recalling with especial clarity an enraptured disquisition he delivered to us one fine May morning on the sin of looking. Yes, looking. We had been instructed in the various categories of sin, those of commission and omission, the mortal and the venial, the seven deadly, and the terrible ones that it was said only a bishop could absolve, but here it seemed was a new category: the passive sin. Did we imagine, Fr. Foamfleck scoffingly enquired, pacing impetuously from door to window, from window to door, his cassock swishing and a star of light gleaming on his narrow, balding brow like a reflection of the divine effluvium itself, did we imagine that sin must always involve the performance of an action? Looking with lust or envy or hate is lusting, envying, hating; the wish unfollowed by the deed leaves an equal stain upon the soul.

If there be time to expose through discussion the falsehood and fallacies, to avert the evil by the processes of education, the remedy to be applied is more speech, not enforced silence.

I can mute someone’s social media account that triggers unhealthy reactions when I see them. This may be a better first step than unfollowing them . . . but if unfollowing is more appropriate, then I can make that choice.

Jesus said, No prophet is accepted in his own country, and that rang true to me; it’s easier to accept a human as divinely ordained when you’re not intimately familiar with the mundanity of their daily life and the eccentricities of their personality.

Talk about yourself and your business. Really. If people don’t like what you do or say, they can unfollow you, but chances are that you’ll gain far more followers than you lose.

I offer you a fable for our times... A magic box sits in your pocket with all the knowledge and music and entertainment of the world contained within it. If you opened this box and looked down into it... ...How could you ever possibly look up again? - Larry Ferrell (Unfollow)

Realise the consequences, since I neither worry and nor care the idiot ones if they leave; however, I teach them that when to follow and when not to un-follow. The penalty clicks the term blocked forever.

Why? Why? Do you follow me and then unfollow me? Do you add me as a friend and then delete me?

My soul sometimes feels like a Twitter feed where I’m following a million of the most annoying people ever, and I can’t find the Unfollow button.

The reality of social networking sites is that they provide platforms for online personae to interact with other online personae. Importantly, such relationships can be ended with a click of an 'unfriend,' 'unfollow,' or 'block' button. Breaking up like this constitutes a morally lightweight action. Certainly it flies in the face of Cicero's advice that a friendship 'should seem to fade away rather than to be stamped out.' The respect that Cicero demanded that we pay to a friendship, even one that has turned sour, did not anticipate the tenuous connection inherent in being a facebook friend.

toilet,

Swallowing is a commitment

The momentum began the way it always does: By moving. The direction almost didn’t matter.

The reason we “like” an uncomfortable experience in retrospect is because it serves as a clear and salient reminder of just how strong we can be.

Social media has made it simple to draw circles around what we do and don’t want to hear. Or, more accurately, who we do and don’t want to hear from. “Unfollow if you disagree.” The phrase is everywhere on social media, directing people to unsubscribe from the author’s posts if they don’t endorse what those posts are saying.

Take us very far out of our comfort zones, and our brains stop paying attention to anything other than surviving the experience. It’s clear that we learn most in our comfort zones, because that’s where our neural pathways are most concentrated. It’s where we’re most open to possibility, most creative, insightful, and productive. That’s where feedback must meet us—in our moments of flow.”2

And only by taking a good hard look at what we have swallowed can we begin to find our way out of the sometimes brutal, often well-intentioned, ways of thinking and seeing, and begin to tell the difference between what

Being safe and being sovereign were two different things.

No one can make you do things; you can only choose to go along.

that only you can make. No one can do it for you.

What this means is not worrying about the “right” move, but discovering what it means to be a sovereign person, to exercise power over your options, decisions, and desires—without being ruled by any of them. To realize that you don’t need to know exactly where

Unfollow if you disagree” is another way of saying, “Follow me enthusiastically if you do agree!

Taking a risk, trying something scary or new or something with very high stakes, is not about prioritizing discomfort, however; it’s about commitment—committing to expanding your comfort zone so that you remain inside it.

people want for us and what we want for ourselves.

The problem is that we’re so often swallowing things that other people hand us: Their pointy opinions, hardened ideas, homemade beliefs they think would be good for you. But also: Ideas about you and what your life should be that simply aren’t and don’t have to be true.

And that’s why the shift you’re dying to make doesn’t start with what passion to chase or what position to apply for; it starts with the recalibration of what freedom really feels like, and a rewiring of the “fears” that the world has told us to have.

Above all, you’ll discover why you don’t need to be “fixed” to lead a fulfilling life, and how true freedom comes not when things go your way, but when you let things go.

In short, we’re not only not at our best outside our comfort zones, but we’re unable to access our best there either. You only have so much energy and attention to spend in your waking hours. Are you spending it on the things that you feel you should do or that you’ve been told are good to do—or the things that really, actually matter to you? At what point does seeking out new “challenges” become a convenient way to hide from the actual hard things?

Perhaps the most important thing, the most valuable thing, is to know what you’re swallowing (what you keep swallowing) and why. To recognize that this awareness is the only way to be radically alive, rather than pretend that you can subsist on buttons, because you cannot.

It’s worth taking a good hard look at that boundary between what the world wants and you want and, well, making sure it’s intact for one, but also that, regardless of what you decide to do, you know that it was a request you either granted or you didn’t.

If you feel you’ve lost the thread on your life or anything resembling motivation, what can help is to actually get lost—and by that I mean immerse yourself in the nonlinear, explore the full dimension of who you are, what you’ve experienced, and all the things you have right in front of you that you might have overlooked.

And it’s time to reinvent how we go about creating lives of meaning and value. That means it may not look like the picture you drew as a kid. But chances are, it’s better than you imagined.

Another mother approached me and said, “Can we talk?” Her tone made my stomach drop. “Sure,” I said. We stepped outside. She began, “I’ve been following you for a long while, but I unfollowed you today.” I said, “Okay. Sounds like you made the right choice for you.” I began to step away.

The goal isn’t to get out of your comfort zone; the goal is to expand it.

Discomfort isn’t an indicator of bravery; it’s an indicator of… discomfort. In the act of being brave or courageous or ambitious, you will very likely encounter discomfort, but to aim “for” it, in my mind, is to miss the point and the goal. I feel the same way about “doing something every day that scares you.” Being scared every day is a recipe for anxiety, not necessarily personal growth.

The comfort zone is a greenhouse: Warm, sunny, protected from the elements—where living things thrive.

Because seeking out discomfort is a pastime of the privileged.

The key, she says, is to double down on things that feel comfortable and easy, because that is where your genius lives.

Restructure your digital life. It’s not realistic (or desirable to a lot of people) to be forever disconnected, but it’s also not realistic to keep things that don’t serve you positively in your social feeds and expect it not to affect you. Instead of just unfollowing what you don’t want to see, follow positive accounts/groups/organizations/publications that you do.

I don't think they're bad people. I think they're good people who have been trapped by bad ideas . . . There just has to be a way out.

As I scan my social feeds, I unfollow the voices that preach the consuming, inward focused ways of the false gods. To apply the Kondo Method, if their gospel doesn’t bring life-saving joy I stop being a sheep to their shepherding. Instead, I follow the prophets whose voices bring me the difficult messages and who put care and soul into sharing their words. Care-full wording is a sign of a prophet committed to connecting. I trust the influencers who are brave enough to sacrifice pride and ownership. I bow to those who throw bombs under the situation and light up debate when it’s required. Because disruption connects, too.

You know I love you. You know I do. It's not just the idea of you. I know you. You also know I'm not coming to Topeka.

We have to fight these thoughts of comparison. Those thoughts that seem to taunt us regarding who we aren’t and who we should be. Or who we wish we were. Instead, we need to ask God who we are in him, to see the good gifts that he has given each one of us, to see the story that he is writing for us, and to step into it. We need to face our realities head-on, link arms with other women to help fight the good fight, and become our best selves. That may mean unfollowing someone, or deleting an app, or turning off our phones for an hour, a day, a season. We have to be vigilant in guarding our thoughts and eyes so that we can have victory in the battle.

Time goes away and leaves us with only one of these two things: regret or results. A year from now you will wish you had unfollowed emotionally draining people. A year from now you will wish you had said ‘no’ more often. A year from now you will wish you had said ‘yes’ to yourself more often. A year from now, you will never be sure of the results.

Don’t over-share. We don’t need to see or hear it all, just the highlights.    The selfie is to be avoided. I know it may seem like a good idea and that everyone else is doing it, but stay strong. Something about it reeks of desperation. The likes will not set you free.    Keep the bragging to a minimum. Sharing your latest work or even the well-intended subtle flex is okay. Outright boasting will leave your audience wanting less.    Hashtags are a no-no. Hashtags serve a purpose for brands, but they should be left off any posts from your personal accounts. They look amateurish.    Avoid clogging the feed. Got a lot of exciting content? Stay measured and time-release it. Posting five images in a row will annoy even your biggest fans.    Tag someone only when it’s flattering. If you are posting a photo from your trip to Lisbon, make sure all parties look good in the chosen image. If someone has clearly overindulged, think twice before sharing. You would want the same courtesy.    Never under any circumstance should you confront someone about unfollowing you. That sort of behavior will make you the talk of the group chat, and not in a good way.    No spoilers. Your uncle in Los Angeles works in the industry and sent you a screener of the latest Oscar-worthy film. Watch it and enjoy it. Do not share any information about said film on social media. Your followers will be mad and so will your uncle.    Be yourself. With so many available platforms to share on, you might slip into a caricature of yourself. Make sure you always keep it real. Don’t be someone you aren’t—even if you are rewarded with likes and comments. Because self-awareness reigns supreme, online and off.    Never take it too seriously. Although social media has become ubiquitous in our modern era, it’s still not exactly real life. Hell, maybe put the phone down and take a stroll.

Just this past week, I had been followed and unfollowed then refollowed three times by the editor of a low-level literary magazine.

Also unfollow people on social media that make you feel like you need to look a certain way or you are constantly comparing yourself to. It’s called self-preservation, and it’s powerful.

Unfollow after Follow causes consequences.

Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry—all forms of fear—are caused by too much future,” Tolle says. “Guilt, regret, resentment, grievances, sadness, bitterness… are caused by too much past.

We're stuck inside with ourselves, trying to believe the things we're supposed to say. We're performing interpersonal politics in public, more conscientious than conscious, systematic in our approach, same or shame, safe or sorry. What's the difference?

In the house, there is still a grandmother and a grandfather. The grandmother still has her mind, and the grandfather still has his body. The grandmother still has her long-term memory, and the grandfather still has his part-time job. The grandmother still holds grudges, and the grandfather still holds his tongue. With age, their survival has become a joint effort, a group project with a major deadline. But maybe that’s all it ever was.

First, we don’t know how to deal with rumors. Rumors that confirm people’s biases are now believed and spread among millions of people. Second,… we tend to only communicate with people that we agree with, and thanks to social media, we can mute, un-follow, and block everybody else. Third, online discussions quickly descend into angry mobs.… It’s as if we forget that the people behind screens are actually real people and not just avatars. And fourth, it became really hard to change our opinions. Because of the speed and brevity of social media, we are forced to jump to conclusions and write sharp opinions in 140 characters about complex world affairs. And once we do that, it lives forever on the Internet.… Fifth—and in my point of view, this is the most critical—today, our social media experiences are designed in a way that favors broadcasting over engagements, posts over discussions, shallow comments over deep conversations. It’s as if we agreed that we are here to talk at each other instead of talking with each other.