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posted by mrpg on Saturday December 24 2016, @02:45AM   Printer-friendly
from the it's-not-lurking-it's-gathering-intel dept.

Excessive Facebook browsing at Christmas, and seeing "perfect" family photos posted by others, is more likely to make you miserable, reports the BBC on a paper recently published by a graduate at the University of Copenhagen. The Facebook Experiment: Quitting Facebook Leads to Higher Levels of Well-Being.

Researchers warn of envy and a "deterioration of mood" from spending too long looking at other people's social media stories, induced by "unrealistic social comparisons".

Actively engaging in conversation and connecting with people on social media seems to be a much more positive experience, suggests the study, published in the journal Cyberpsychology, Behaviour and Social Networking.

This seems to be much less gloomy than "passive" users who spend too long "lurking" on social networking websites without getting involved.

The study also suggests benefits from stopping using social media altogether for a week.

You may not be surprised to learn that similar studies have been published in the past. (No reports yet from the Maximegalon Institute of Slowly and Painfully Working Out the Surprisingly Obvious.)


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  • (Score: 2) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Saturday December 24 2016, @02:50AM

    by MichaelDavidCrawford (2339) Subscriber Badge <mdcrawford@gmail.com> on Saturday December 24 2016, @02:50AM (#445371) Homepage Journal

    But I will tell you that just today I received a PO from my new client - I had previously been out of work for six years.

    I start Tuesday.

    --
    Yes I Have No Bananas. [gofundme.com]
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  • (Score: -1, Troll) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 24 2016, @03:54AM

    by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 24 2016, @03:54AM (#445393)

    First post is Crowfard, crowing about how you should envy his success.

    Go back under your bridge!

    • (Score: 4, Funny) by Ethanol-fueled on Saturday December 24 2016, @04:07AM

      by Ethanol-fueled (2792) on Saturday December 24 2016, @04:07AM (#445397) Homepage

      The good news is, now that he has an employer, he won't have to sleep under a bridge. He can sleep in his office like all of Google and Apple do.

      That's how you know you've made it to the big leagues.

      • (Score: 2, Funny) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 24 2016, @04:22AM

        by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 24 2016, @04:22AM (#445405)

        The suicide nets are also hammocks.

      • (Score: 3, Informative) by hendrikboom on Saturday December 24 2016, @06:09PM

        by hendrikboom (1125) on Saturday December 24 2016, @06:09PM (#445602) Homepage Journal

        If you've been following his blog on this site, you would know he already does not sleep under a bridge.

        Michael, congratulations.

  • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 24 2016, @04:13AM

    by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 24 2016, @04:13AM (#445402)

    Isn't it a little late for seasonal temp work?(grin)

  • (Score: 1, Insightful) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 24 2016, @04:27AM

    by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 24 2016, @04:27AM (#445408)

    “Buried how long?”

    “Almost eighteen years.”

    “You had abandoned all hope of being dug out?”

    “Long ago.”

    The words were still in his hearing as just spoken—distinctly in his hearing as ever spoken words had been in his life—when the weary passenger started to the consciousness of daylight, and found that the shadows of the night were gone.

    He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees. Though the earth was cold and wet, the sky was clear, and the sun rose bright, placid, and beautiful.

    “Eighteen years!” said the passenger, looking at the sun. “Gracious Creator of day! To be buried alive for eighteen years!”

    - A Tale of Two Cities

  • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 24 2016, @06:59AM

    by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 24 2016, @06:59AM (#445464)

    Congratulations! Told you it would get better.

    Now I just need to get something similar. A job... 8 months so far.

  • (Score: 2) by turgid on Monday December 26 2016, @07:42PM

    by turgid (4318) Subscriber Badge on Monday December 26 2016, @07:42PM (#446128) Journal