I’m dating myself. Shutup. But for real, Facebook has totally changed the definition of a social-network.
But Xanga Sucked
No it didn’t, it was actually really good at what it did, but you probably remember it during a super angsty time of your life where everything sucked. Sure people could write vague and angsty poetry about their ex-girlfriend, but they were writing.
Maybe I was lucky and only followed people who wrote at-length about what was going on in their lives, but I remember maybe only seeing a few new posts a week, but long-form posts about fears, excitement, bands, movies, whatever.
Facebook Helps Me Stay In Touch
Ok sure, it’s a convenient way to easily reach your extended family you don’t get to see outside of holidays. Assuming you enjoy reading political virulence or social-justice-internet-activism posts on the regular.
The real problem here is that the internet has lowered the bar for detached-presentation-of-self. That’s the idea that accounts for sexting, bullying, trolling and a whole host of awful parts of the internet. We can easily disassociate from our internet-selves. It’s way easier to post an article to passively-agree with a stance than it is to disagree with someone face-to-face.
So in that way, we’re becoming more detached.
You also need to realize that it’s like, really easy to just unfollow people who post things you don’t like, which is great for you, but it goes both ways. The end result is that you’re not going to change anybody’s mind with a Tweet or a Facebook post and you shouldn’t even bother trying.
The people you want to change probably already quit listening to you, and that probably includes that distant family you want to “stay in touch with.”
But People Want To Keep Up With Me
Great! Then why don’t you write about your life then? Write about you. Write about your good days and your bad days. If you strongly believe in a point-of-view, collect your thoughts and write about it.
The internet and its social platforms give us great tools that we can use to support and encourage each other, or even just get to know each other, but we generally fill them with justice-vomit and clickbait.
Think about it like this. I may follow someone on Facebook and find out that they would be Hermione, if they were a Harry Potter character, they checked in at McDonald’s with the comment “nuggets, yo” and they are a Bernie Sanders supporter. That doesn’t give me anything I care about. I could learn more about them in five minutes at Starbucks than an hour on Facebook gives me.
You know how that happens? It happens when we hide ourselves behind what we wish we were.
Sidenote: I just know someone is going to think “If they’re a Sanders supporter, that’s all I need to know to decide not to be friends with them.” If you feel that way, re-evaluate your decisions, friend. Don’t write off people because they disagree with you. Learn to build disparate relationships. Nobody ever got successful from being closed-off to outside opinions.
Moral of the story: if you’re not willing to go to coffee with someone to discuss politics, religion, social-justice, racism, whatever, then don’t do it online.
I Don’t Have Time For That
Then spend less time online.
Seth, I Don’t Spend All My Time Online
You read this whole post, didn’t you?
Now You’re Being Ridiculous
It’s 12am and I had three hours of sleep last night. Lay off.
Then Maybe You Go To Bed
Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe go write your own blog.
I Don’t Have a Blog
What’s That Supposed to Mean?
You’re the one that inspired me to write this post in the first place.
Whatever Mr “EVE Online/SpaceX/Tesla”
Hey EVE is awesome and Elon Musk is changing the world for good. Get off my back about it.
I’m Just Saying…
I know shutup. I’m going to try to post something meaningful soon, just…I just need you to give me some time, or some sleep, or some more coffee.
You’ve Had Enough Coffee Tonight
Look, I can stop whenever I want alright?
How Many Coffee-Shop Loyalty Cards Are In Your Pocket Right Now?
That’s not important.
Name Four Baristas
JT, Molly, Josh, Peyton, Sam, Kim, Grace, Meg…