So, let’s see…how did it go? When I was so busy with work, always raising kids, social media was, for me, rather useless. From my high horse, I performed rants and raves about Facebook and the limitations it imposes on the brain with forced soundbite communication directives; one-off opinions with no real discussions evident; and the basic lack of true human intellect and emotion in favor of jockeying for position on this carousel of vacuous tendencies, and…
…well, that’s a lot of high-horse hockey and bloated words. I’m just not really a fan of social media per se. While I do like the fun that it brings. Chit chat can magically connect people who haven’t seen each other in years. Everyone gets a platform from which to exercise their minds, as well as relax and enjoy the ride with a little back and forth. Not particularly my cup of tea, and I have nothing against Facebook or anyone who uses it. Truth is, I do use it…and for the same reasons many of you do.
There are many who spend a good deal of any possible moment digesting the latest post coming in. Many of those possible moments could have been moments of action, decision. At times, too much of nothing. For the most part, I’m on and off when I have to be there. No matter, I am the last person you will meet who forces my judgment on anyone. Many good things have come out of FB and for those who enjoy the platform, well, go for it. Good for you.
For me, it is hard to share oneself with words of piss that come off as urine-soaked tirades. I’d like to tone it down, perhaps. Besides, you put the words out there, it’s a black and white world anymore. Disappearing is the nuance of conversation, a subtle twist in the story, delivered with a wry smile, maybe a telling glance to entice the listener. There is limited nuance in the short conversations posted on FB and the long posts get their own label.
Guess one could tell I’m basically a quiet man. Try to behave. Any hell raising I might do, I’d much rather keep it to myself. On the one hand, I may make a lot of my friends laugh talking about my escapades of some late night jubilee, I could also be insulting or embarrassing my own mother who has always boxed my ears for staying out late and carousing about. To each their own, see ya on Facebook.
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