I’ve missed my fair share of birthday invites and house-warming parties, to realise I need a better form of communication; to remind myself the amount of times I’ve been told, “IT WAS ON FACEBOOK! HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW?!” — as I stare into the abyss and wonder if I even exist?
Lately I’ve been giving it some thought, as to why I never actually bothered with social media and why my flirtation with it almost always ended in calamity.
I never have been an over-sharer or an admirer of what others are up to, and if I miss someone or feel the need to chat; call me old fashioned, I give them a call.
I find text messages to be extensive and never-ending; plus the sarcasm lost in translation has landed me in some deeply hot-waters enough times that I think it is best to avoid them entirely.
Though recently, as more individual awaken to the perils of social-media — far be it that my concerns have gotten any less stringent.
Yet, some how, accepting and realising I do not in fact exist on “Social Media” sends chills down the spines of those that do exist on it; in fact so much so that doubt has started creeping into my relationships with people.
On a normal occasion, I’m pretty much able to avoid anything that was shared of social media and I missed out on it, as a trusted friend will always make sure to remind me; “Hey did you see that post…oh wait you’re not on facebook!”
It’s unsettling when people start giving you “the look” —“seriously, what the fuck are you hiding?”
Well…nothing, really. Except, my life isn’t all that interesting and I’d rather just avoid most virtual interactions entirely.
I miss the romance of having to wait, for the right time and right place for a dear friend to share a personal story; but now it seems the virtual circle knows about it before I do, and I’m okay with that.
Except the stories aren’t shared in person anymore, they’re discussed about.
Experiences aren’t explored, they’re presented and trended.
A life worth living, isn’t worth it; if it isn’t worth posting and dammit why is it not trending!
Hence, I find myself in the deepest of sorrows — when I do wish my dear friends “Happy Birthday!”, and the response is, “How’d you know? You don’t even have facebook. That’s a bit creepy.”
It is creepy, I have a notebook and a cell-phone; and a membrane that is quite thoughtful of remembering dates that matter the most to me.
In the age of social media, anything that isn’t on there is somehow deemed a worthy sacrifice of an identity we’d rather not present.
And so here I was…sitting in my favourite corner, as people snap-chatted and took selfies; and I looked upon them savouring the moment — only to reminded, “Dude…stop smiling and staring. That’s creepy!”.
Sure is, bud.
There’s nothing creepier than trying to have a good time whilst you share your location with complete strangers #Blessed.