He raises his nose out there,” says the neighbor when I'm looking at the cell phone. With reasons. However, I'm just walking from one network to another. “When did the last good time you spent on Facebook happen? The last moment you've felt happy exploring the timeline? The last time you enjoyed opening Instagram? Do you have fun with Twitter as much as before?”

It has to be acknowledged that it is not the same. I'm going to use plural, rather than emphasis, because I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels this. We're a lot of network lovers, and a few of them I hear about the boredom and worry that social media is causing us in recent times: colleagues, dopamine rates are down.

Networks, in the format we know, seem to go towards the end. A few months ago we announced the beginning of the end of the soci-media, which has reached certain breakpoints, where networks have become the space of advertising agencies, where no money has been earned. In the future, communication is expected to be transferred to private networks, i.e. to private life platforms. Visible.

I've loved social media for a long time and with passion, for the values that drive, for society, for the movements that give birth. It is necessary to follow the news with one eye, what others say they are interested in: it is a facilitator to feed our knowledge. We have smiled, we have learned many things, about taste or interest, we have discovered inexhaustible sources of information, we have exchanged it, we have reached up to a thousand points of topics, but now? Once, the next day, neglect.

And it's that orenas can go unnoticed by the lines, by advertising, by the rare recipes, by reading bad jokes. Multiple noise. Too much troll. Quick questions. By the way, and paradoxically, does that air of arrogance sometimes make us feel great, but sometimes ugly, poorer and more alone than we are? Just the opposite of what we rise up. What to do? Silence some members? Separate ourselves from some? It's not that simple.

I'm not going to say it was better before, but sometimes I wonder what is encouraging me to mechanically open Facebook or Twitter. In recent months it has become a reflection, rather than a real need or pleasure. I confess that I am somewhat scared of making a mistake.

Fortunately, this is not always the case. Sometimes we find a part of the lives of those who are closest or familiar, a reflection, an anecdote. The human aspect, productions, opinions and personal experiences (not photos of cats) are always appreciated. However, in light of the regular timeline of time, I don’t know if I shouldn’t have found a better way to be wiser. If the practices do not push us, they become a mere pastime.

If I remember right, what we liked the most was going on blogs, playing with people, sharing opinions, going on salsa. So I do new knowledge and I learn a lot, although not always everything is pink, we were community, we gave more importance to content than to the content container.

It's made me want to go back to the blogs, or what it was, following the currents, so that I could work there, a long time. And so, then, I will be able to open posts to everyone, through social networks, which is obvious (despite some contradiction).