The so-called “social networks” will gently fade to keep only the networks. For the social one will go back.
The beautiful adventure lasted ten years. Before 2007, we were disconnected, isolated in our villages, friends of some, connected to not big world the time of a life. Then Facebook and Twitter changed the game. We talked, from one country to another, in small messages and then in photos and videos. We have become chatty and curious to each other, under the mocking gaze of the sentinels of dignity, politicians, media, unbelieving friends and worried about our propensity to “tell our lives to strangers”.
Finally, politicians, media and unbelieving friends joined the party, finally discovering their interest in connecting to each other. Finally, it is they who occupy space while the original impulse has disappeared.
Now the playing field is quantified, checked, scrutinized and manipulated.
There is a window on the noise of the world, the foam of words deposited without a filter at the mercy of the first unique visitor. You open Twitter and you look in the middle of a mountain of garbage the small pebble that shines, in memory of a time that the less than twenty years do not even want to know.
Fair of anti-cons, anti-room of the sponsored boredom, Twitter and little by little Facebook turn into weirs of our collective depression, calculated by datas and affinities
We scrolled as we leaf through a magazine waiting room, hoping not to dirty our hands. The quest for a video that makes you laugh or a somewhat interesting article forces you to stuff for the thousandth time this video that you have already seen and this article that is still recommended to you. The information is so quickly obsolete that we no longer even take the time to say that it is “old”; we pass, the bovine eye, hoping for the sequel. This merry-go-round is gradually digressing our disregard for us. We know we’re wasting time, but basically, we do not have anything better to do. When a loved one asks us what we are doing, we do not know how to respond: “I zapped on the net”, “I look at Facebook”, “I go around the web”;
To describe this situation as I do here is also to expose oneself to the well-made, well-made analysis of two-bullet psychologists: those who know. Having read your status in seconds, between the video of a Russian hanging from the top of a crane and a family of ducklings crossing the highway, he knows, however, the Freud of shoddy, that if you say that’s because it’s, and it’s explained because that and that and you said that, and your mouth.
Suddenly you do not know why you’re here, why you talk and why it annoys you.
You close the computer or smartphone, until next time. I am not the only one who regularly expresses this uneasiness, and I know among my friends who repeat it, visionaries, from the first day. For months I have been watching the riding rust and slow down, without comment, quiet. I deleted my 31,500 tweets to start cleaning, and it’s not over.
At the same time I observe my children, 16 and 14 years old, and the use they make of them. Photos and videos en masse. Consumers of content Youtube, Instagram, they do not waste time convincing strangers or exchanging portions of ideas. They gorge themselves with images and communicate with their communities, either their friends of real life or their affinity friends on a particular topic, manga, music, cinema, etc. No expression of long-developed personal ideas like those of their father, no clashes on Mélenchon or Trump. They stick faster than their shadow to photograph and say that they exist, as a group, send themselves trafficked photos that last for a laugh, organize the evening of tomorrow by commenting on that of yesterday, create links, a force that surpasses in quantity all the exchanges that we lived being young; I say in quantity.
For quality, we will see in twenty years what they will say to their psys (in any case it will be our fault). They have a platform of group life, accelerating the love stories, beginning, middle, end, multiplying the “buddies” in a world with multiplied possibilities. They are less concerned than they seem, they have understood the rules. Not dupes, amused, they are less worried than us.
Our “stop the screens” has the same scope as the “stop the TV” of our childhood.
They lock themselves in the toilet pretexting gastros to continue chatting on Snap ‘and win flames (yeah), proof of their diligence to be in the flow. For them this is the world; our vintage vision is null and void.
That’s how I see the sequel, I’m ready to take the bets
Rendus hyperconnected, able to communicate with everyone in a world that has become a platform (walls, fridges, cars, mirrors, sofas, pants, everything will be connected), we will no longer want to communicate with everyone.
The technological pressure surrounding us will lead us to re-protect ourselves, re-isolate ourselves and conscientiously choose our friends, such as teenagers.
We will evolve in connected communities, accessible in a beat of eyelashes, diluted in an idea bigger than us, sharing a vision of the world that makes us good. The agora, the arena, the rat race, will be isolated in a corner for aggressive belligerents, between advertising slogans, fake news and self-promo. These spaces dedicated to the disenchantment of the human soul will be like shooting rooms for the frustrated of the high verb. Elsewhere real relationships will be played, online or in a park.
We will gradually regain a normal life, after discovering that we are all badgers and that it is not very clever to spin the tools to demonstrate it publicly. The so-called “social” networks will gently fade to keep only the networks. For the social one will come back, each grouping behind a tender and calm vision of friendship.