I finally bit the bullet and joined facebook a little over a year ago. Since then, I’ve gained some social media “friends” and reconnected with many personal friends, family friends, and acquaintances from my hometown. I’m an old-school “booker” who chooses to keep co-workers separate from social media. As far as friends, I still haven’t hit the 200 mark — and that’s fine. I like this quote about social media followers:
The number of ‘followers’ you have does not make you better than anyone else. Hitler had millions, Jesus had 12.
I went from 0 to 60 — okay, 30 . . . okay, 12 — in a short span of time: 175 friends! That’s plenty for a small-town girl like me who never needed to be the center of attention. My older son was so surprised that I had joined the book . He reflected back to some of the feelings I had expressed about not having my business out there for everyone to see, being careful about the crazies that could crop up, not wanting to be associated with “friends” who posted objectionable content, using baud width and cyber time more constructively . . . You get the picture. Well, it wasn’t long before that same son told me, Momma, your posts are too long. You need to write a blog. Don’t nobody wanna read all that. I just laughed it off and kept writing, liking, and sharing.
Then I ventured off into Gamesville. What a waste of time that turned out to be! It didn’t take long for me to realize that the game apps were digital leeches that would defy every attempt of removal from my profile. I couldn’t turn for a prompt about a game. That got annoying real quick. Needless to say, my friends started sending me invitations to engage in some form of digital play. Somehow these invitations managed to override my initial feelings of creepiness about someone else knowing what games I liked. So I obliged. Then I noticed that despite my following the steps to opt out of a game, I continued to receive invitations to play. So I replied to each individual invite with a tactful declination including a brief explanation of my reason. Then I noticed other friends posting general, sometimes not so tactful, declinations on their timelines. “Wow,” I thought . . . “I’m not the only one who is annoyed by this.” Because I understood their position, of course, I “liked” their post. But I have yet to posts my own blanket declination.
A few months ago, I was moved to write a post about my objection to people using their smart phone cameras to record embarrassing videos about people they didn’t know for the sole intent of gaining attention on social media. Shortly thereafter, despite many “likes,” my “algorithm” changed — shrug. I still kick around in a few groups; but I limit my input to “likes” and brief comments. And I’ve finally learned to steer clear of controversial topics. The recent debacle with a certain (now former) congressional aide and her comments about the first daughters brought out the fangs in me. Trust me — it was not pretty.
So my timeline had become my puppeteer. Whatever popped up on it was what got me going. That’s not what I was looking for. In the back of my mind, I knew my baby was right. I needed to write a blog. So, here I am. I still check my facebook — but not as often as before. And I’m all the free-er for it. Hello blogosphere! I’m glad to be back.