We have a lot of options for showcasing the intricacies of our brainspace. I was okay with having a blog. And then Flickr. Then Twitter. Then Tumblr. Now people are posting on Foursquare. And Pinterest. And Fancy. And let’s not forget Facebook.
Is this who we are now, as a culture? People who wander around, showing everyone our proverbial dicks?
I look at all of this stuff as your online personality – not contrived, just representative of who you are – and I still feel like I don’t know who you are. More to the point, I no longer CARE, because you are bombarding me with this assault in the form of short missives about where you’re buying lunch or how much you love pictures of daisies.
We’re spread too thin.
If you liken social media to high school (which I’m totally about to to so just HOLD ON TIGHT), paying extraordinary amount of attention to all of these media outlets just sort of makes you like that one really popular girl who always asked how you were doing but never actually cared about the answer; halfway through she was already on to the next person.
And we all know what happened to that girl. Her day was chock full of pleasing people and dipping her toe into the social pool every minute, so full that she was addicted to speed in the form of Dexatrim just to make it through the long day of class and cheerleading practice and violin practice and mock trial and theater practice and being a candy striper that she had a mild heart attack and crashed her VW Cabriolet into a tree just to get a day off.
The rest of us were skipping class to take a nap under the tree near the gym, because there’s an MST3K marathon on later that we totally need to be rested for, knowing that life is long and Tom Servo is only on TV for a couple of hours a week.
You know what I did with that popular girl when she asked how my day was going? I spun her ass around and was in her face like “My day was amazing! I got into a fight with a WWII veteran in the grocery store because he actually referred to me as a colored person, in 2011!, and this is the part where you hear about it because you look like you can no longer focus on anything for longer than 30 seconds and that is NOT good for the human brain.”
I feel like the guy dressed in tin foil standing on an overturned milk crate in the middle of Times Square yelling about the end of days, and I don’t think I’m being too hyperbolic when I say SOCIAL MEDIA WILL BE THE DEATH OF US ALL.
As someone who has an increased chance of getting Alzheimer’s, I like to put everything on my blog so that I have one place to remember stuff, and even that place is widely neglected. It’s neglected because I’m usually out on a day-to-day basis doing WILD and CRAZY things like looking people directly in the face while talking to them, or not telling someone every thought that zooms into my head. The rush is exhilarating!
I don’t know where we’re going with this type of social climate, but I fear it’s only going to get worse. But can it really get much worse than someone “checking in” to let you know they’re taking a dump or ordering a sandwich?
Just typing that sentence bored me to sleep.