People who are afraid of being found on social platforms.

Some time ago, I happened to find an undergraduate senior who I haven't contacted for a long time through a Weibo a few years ago. I clicked on the homepage and sneaked a look at the things he sent in recent years. I didn't expect my hand to slip when I was holding my mobile phone, so I actually paid attention.

Now I'm completely ungrateful.

I don't want him to find out that I saw his Weibo at all. More importantly, I don't want him to find my Weibo at all.

Originally carefree, I suddenly exploded into an ant on hot bricks. In order to prevent this senior from discovering my Weibo from new attention, I quickly took a series of remedial measures.

I didn't notice him soon. After considering that he might enter my homepage through a dialog box, I immediately turned around and killed my Weibo, deleting photos and blog posts that might expose my identity.

Not enough. He is a person with strong reasoning ability. He will probably look at my concerns and guess who I am from the objects I care about. So I quickly clicked on my attention list and closed the official Weibo of my graduate school, even several other schools around the school-what if he guessed who I was through the geographical location of those neighboring schools?

To be sure, I tentatively searched my Weibo name in Weibo search box to see if I could find any information that revealed my identity. It turns out that a friend forwarded it to Weibo a long time ago and @ me. It's easy to find me through this Weibo.

It seems that personal information must be modified. I immediately became a member for a month, changed Weibo's name, changed the background wall for four or five years, and changed the location from Guangzhou to overseas. I am determined not to fill in the school information, and I have to change my birth one year earlier.

After modifying the basic information, I thought about it to be on the safe side, then removed this friend from my fan list, and then dragged my face to WeChat to find this friend who rarely spoke once a year, told her what happened, and said that I would pay attention to her as soon as the limelight passed.

After this series of operations, I stared at the new Weibo in a daze, relieved, but immediately amused by my own behavior: it's just a Weibo, eh, as for spending so much time and two hours cleaning up the traces?

I turned my head and gave myself a heartfelt answer: it really is.

When I first went to college, WeChat was not as popular as it is now. Although wechat was registered very early, it was almost never used. I broke up with my first love when I was a sophomore. Because I couldn't bear to delete each other's WeChat and didn't want to see each other's dynamics, WeChat was abandoned by me for several years. It was not until the graduation season that I began to send friends occasionally, mainly to let my parents know about my recent situation.

Over the years, I have witnessed the development of WeChat sweeping the streets. I opened the most frequent social app and unconsciously changed from Weibo and QQ to WeChat.

There are more and more people in my WeChat address book, from undergraduates who are not familiar with the situation to miscellaneous social people. Later, in graduate school, many alumni were not even friends, but I was increasingly reluctant to send any news.

Occasionally, I will casually send some new photos of myself, or express my inner thoughts in one or two sentences. When I really want to express my emotions, I only share a corresponding song. At the end of 20 18, I posted a 2000-word summary on wechat, which everyone thought was too generous.

On the contrary, I am real and alive in Weibo.

Probably because Weibo's fans are complete strangers except a few girlfriends and three or two classmates, and I am myself in Weibo.

I often post what I see, hear and feel in Weibo. In Weibo, I talk about my daily happiness and depression, the people I meet, my ideals and ambitions, and my feelings about life. I am a fan, stubborn, surly, deep, persistent, and so on, and even my inner activities when I like a person are truly presented in Weibo.

Everything in Weibo is true. There are only a handful of people I know there, which I have never changed for many years.

There are more and more people in the circle of friends, but I prefer to express myself on a platform with few people. I don't deliberately find another way, just hope to have a place where I can be myself quietly.

I have met people in my circle of friends who share a few dynamic trivial things every day, and some professionals who have never praised their colleagues. They have to observe whether other colleagues have commented before making comments. I have met people who are good at flattery, and I give everyone a compliment because I am afraid of offending people.

I watched all this silently, neither praising nor belittling. I don't think it's necessary to be so tired, and I understand that the circle of friends has already become an invisible shackle, locking people up layer by layer.

I was kidnapped by a circle of friends.

When I really want to express my true thoughts, I have to say something against my will to others for various reasons. When I have to disguise some illusions in front of a group of people just to prevent them from feeling that I am influenced by something, I feel that there are thousands of ropes around me, and my body and mind are not free everywhere.

I am extremely reluctant to be found on my social platform. After all, I am afraid of losing my rare pure land.

In the endless social sharing platforms, I really need a blank area that no one pays attention to, a private land that I don't lose myself.

In the crowd, we often unconsciously piece together different selves in other people's eyes, thinking that we can spell out our most complete appearance, but we often lose the most precious thing we are born with. Noisy places are best for feeling fireworks, and quiet places are best for knowing yourself.

May you also have your own habitat.