Thursday, May 2, 2013

What my month away from Facebook taught me…

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(I can’t for the life of me find the website I found this picture on. Truth be told it was the background on my work computer for months, possibly years.
If it’s yours, tell me and credit will go where it’s due!)
#world’slongestphotocaption

Four weeks ago, in a screw-you-social-media frenzy I deactivated my Facebook. I said, "I don't care about what anyone "likes", complainy status updates, and Vegas trips with the girls." And I don't. But in the absence of Facebook I realize there is much social media I do care for.

I care what God is doing in the lives of my friends at church… And since we are all too busy to see each other daily, Facebook is the next best way to keep abreast (did I really just use that word?) of all their highlights. Plus I don’t mind checking out all their adorable, cuddly babies since I don’t have one of my own (something I’m entirely secure in right now… I’ll share when that status changes).

Spending some time away from Facebook reminds me how quickly and easily I can get caught in the throes of social media. Like a five minute break from work turns into a half hour of scanning through some random stranger’s rooftop pool party pics with my jaw dropped. (Thank goodness for friends who hang out with TOTALLY INTERESTING people… Don’t act like you’ve never secretly Facebook-stalked some Rand-O).

I’m a bit more guarded on Facebook than I am on here. Why? Who in the hell knows? But somehow I have convinced myself all who read here don’t know me in “real life” so I don’t have to worry about talking through some of my emotions in person later. After hitting the four weeks free of Facebook mark, I decided to look at my blog traffic… It dropped significantly. I guess my readers are “real life” friends. Thanks friends. You rock both behind this screen and in the real thing.

Funny thing about emotions (I digress, obviously), I used to be a big crier. Then dementia happened and crying mortifies me. Public, private or otherwise, I conserve water by avoiding tears. I’d hate to become dehydrated amidst my sadness… In all seriousness though, the touchy feely in person emotions overwhelm me. Thus, I stick to sarcasm and dry humor. Was this post about my emotional duress or Facebook fast? Oh me, oh my.

Final Note: The above photo of the cow has absolutely nothing to do with this post other than I adore cows and just the sight of one makes my heart swell with joy.

Final, Final Note: I know the cow’s front feet are tied together, though I don’t know why. I don’t condone animal abuse in any way, shape, or form… Thus, I’ve blissfully convinced myself the ropes are a fashion statement… A cow-bracelet of sorts. Maybe I mean a hoof-let. Nonetheless, if I ever own a cow it will not wear ropes. Unless they are bedazzled and come with a bell.

1 comment:

  1. this was awesome. most of my readers are real life friends (well, in the social media sense) and when i realized that, it made me feel pretty great (and oddly not self-conscious)!

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