After much internal deliberation, I’ve reached a decision: it’s time for me to bid farewell to social media—well, at least to a significant degree. Before you assume this is just another attention-grabbing farewell post, let me assure you, it’s not. This is a genuine declaration of my departure from Facebook, albeit with a retention of my Instagram account. Why the split? Allow me to elucidate.
My disillusionment with Facebook stems from various grievances, chief among them being the relentless assault of influencer content inundating my feed. While Instagram isn’t entirely immune to this phenomenon, at least my preferences seem to hold more sway there. Moreover, the platform’s polarizing atmosphere and the erosion of critical thinking have left me disheartened. The proliferation of misinformation and the “do your own research” mantra have become more than I care to bear.
But perhaps most significantly, social media has taken a toll on my mental well-being. The incessant barrage of curated personas and overt displays of confidence feels hollow and, at times, dehumanizing. I refuse to subject myself to a digital realm that fosters such superficiality. Thus, I’ve chosen to prioritize my mental health and reclaim a sense of authenticity in my interactions.
Now, regarding my involvement in the world of axe throwing—a passion that has brought both joy and vexation. The recent Ace Axe US Championship served as a turning point, not just in terms of my performance but also in my perception of the sport. Despite the camaraderie and genuine connections forged within the community, certain incidents have left me disillusioned.
The divisive discourse surrounding commentary during the championship underscored deeper rifts within the community. While differing viewpoints are valid, the dismissive attitudes toward legitimate concerns left a bitter taste. It’s akin to witnessing familial discord, a disheartening spectacle that chips away at the sport’s appeal.
Moreover, the waning enjoyment derived from axe throwing has left me questioning its place in my life. While I cherish the friendships formed, the sense of fulfillment seems to diminish with each passing event. The impending IATC looms as a pivotal moment—a chance to reassess my commitment to the sport and, ultimately, to myself.
In contemplating these decisions, I grapple with feelings of guilt and self-doubt. Am I being selfish? Perhaps. But prioritizing my well-being shouldn’t warrant reproach. While the prospect of severing ties with the axe throwing community saddens me, I refuse to compromise my authenticity for the sake of convenience.
So, as I navigate this juncture of departure and introspection, one thing remains clear: I refuse to be confined by societal expectations or digital facades. Whether it’s bidding adieu to Facebook or reevaluating my involvement in axe throwing, I’ll chart my course with intention and conviction.