I get the basic idea - "don't live for Facebook." At the same time, people go places and enjoy stuff because it's... enjoyable?

Here's my hypothesis: 30-35 is where you cease to give a fuck about doing stuff for the sake of impressing people. I found myself pondering how I would write "I finished the novel you didn't know I was writing" on Facebook, grew disgusted with myself, and effectively left Facebook for a year or two in retaliation. It didn't seem appropriate to put something that momentous in amongst all the breakfast shots... and it still feels inappropriate to read about my friends' struggles with breast cancer and lupus in amongst all the breakfast shots. FFS, my dead cousin's husband still likes my posts in the personage of my dead cousin. There's a cottage industry of pop psychologists investigating what it is to live in public on the Internet.

But these very real issues aren't well-served by the article. It's kind of a "I've decided to be an old person because I hate adventure" screed.