I’m in the middle of my crazy time, freelance work, exam grading, and I’m supposed to be doing some creative work, too. I’m minorly ahead of schedule on the freelance stuff, so I thought I would stop in and say hello.
I’m being pulled in so many directions right now, some of which I’ve told you about, some that I won’t. They are private, you know.
We are allowed some privacy in our lives.
Social media has turned us all into prostitutes, showing off our wares for all to see, like, comment on, fetish on. Have you ever posted a picture of something you were about to eat?
Go on. Even I have.
We want everyone to know what we are doing at all times. This is the age of narcissism. Just look our amateur President. He thinks the job is all about being President, showing off his power, but not doing what he is supposed to be doing, like bringing Congress together to agree on legislation. He would rather divide.
My way or the highway, bud.
Okay, I’m just as narcissistic as the next person. If it weren’t for social media, none of my writing would be published. Very little is, unless you count WordPress and WritersCafe. I have had two poems and four or five short stories published (some under another name), and believe it or not, a scholarly article.
Now I’m bragging.
Yes, that is what these platforms are all about, even something pseudo-benign like Facebook. Hey, look, folks, this is what I’m doing now. Aren’t my kids beautiful? Like my new car! Read my new book. Look at this cool cat video. Can you believe that I found it? I must be the only one who has seen it.
On the flip side, I’m more in touch with people from high school, college, or grad school than I ever was – even with people I didn’t know very well (or at all in some cases). I even get along with people that I didn’t get on with in school. Remind me why we are “friends”? Of course, a lot of my friends who were rebels in high school are now ultra-right, gun-toting, ultra-Christians. One of my closest friends has gone too far. I looked him up on FB and he’s drunk the hard right Kool-Aid, and is feeding it to his friends. I couldn’t stomach it, so I stayed anonymous. I went to his wedding, for God’s sake.
His first wedding.
Last time I saw him, he had driven hard line libertarian, which I can understand, but he’s crossed the line, and my skin crawls just thinking of it. Facebook is a place where the loonies show their true colors. You won’t find me there. (Remember that Anne Martin is my writing pseudonym.)
I hardly look at Twitter. As you can see, 280 characters isn’t enough for me to expound my wisdom. Yes, I have an account, but I rarely tweet, and I don’t get my news from there. I don’t trust it. It hasn’t been fact-checked. (But then, neither is Fox News.)
Ramble, ramble. Get to the point!
Do I need a point? This is social media. Inherently pointless.