I enjoy the social media world. It can be fun, interesting, informative, funny & inspiring. It can also be scary, sad, discouraging and leave you feeling bad about yourself. People can catch up with old friends or make new ones. They share triumphs & disasters. Some even use it as a soap box for political views and other beliefs.
I can still remember when Facebook first came out. I am certain that I did not sleep for about a week as I was navigating through it’s pages, stalking old class mates, throwing virtual sheep at my friends and playing Mafia Wars. It was a guilty addiction. How did I ever live without knowing that Johnny Smith had a great workout today or that Mary Johnson was stuck in traffic? Not that I should poke fun. As a blogger my life is an open book.
We share so much with friends, family, acquaintances and even perfect strangers on these sites. We post pictures and updates on our lives and anxiously await comments & likes from our followers as if it adds value to our self worth if we receive a large number of likes.
I have secretly been a little bit wounded if nobody acknowledged something that I found to be particularly witty or clever. Why didn’t anybody like this? It was pure genius.
In the mean time my news feed is filled with selfies of girls doing kissy faces, followed by people complaining about selfies of girls doing kissy faces; pictures of happy families, followed by someone calling this family fake. There is name calling, public arguments and people critiquing your grammar. (Sorry guys, I know mine isn’t perfect.) There are status updates from the same people every half hour, chronicling everything from what they ate for breakfast to their first bowel movements. There are debates about everything including gun control to the existence of God. I myself, am the annoying mommy that posts too many photos of her cute kid. Guess what? I don’t even care. Many people that we are so called “friends with” we don’t even like. Here is the funny thing. The people that we follow on the sites, we choose to follow. We have made a choice to let them into our personal lives and in turn we get to be a guest in their’s as well.
The world looks different through another person’s eyes. It is fun to live life vicariously through others. Before, I had my daughter, I used to enjoy looking at all the happy families & wondering what it would be like to be a parent. Now, I see people’s travels and remember the days of trekking around the world.
It is a great way to stay in touch or reconnect with old or far away friends. I have two very close friends that live out of country. It costs a fortune to call each other. Here I can keep up with their lives, see their new homes & celebrate their new jobs & other triumphs.
All of these outlets are meant to be fun. Enjoy the benefits & just laugh off the rest & if that doesn’t work remember there is always the unfriend button.