After successfully resisting the social/professional networking wave (MySpace, Facebook, LinkedIn) for years, I finally broke down and joined the revolution by creating a Facebook account a few months ago.
The main motivation was that I realized many of my old friends from high school and college were joining up, and I was one of the last holdouts. My avoidance was more passive than anything else; even as it gained mainstream popularity, it still seemed a little juvenile to me.
When I first joined, I have to admit that I got over that hesitance rather quickly. Each day I was greeted with new requests from old friends and acquaintances, and it was pretty cool. Quickly racking up the friend count was a bit of an ego stroker, but honestly, it was just really neat seeing how everyone was doing.
Except I wasn't really getting to see how everyone was doing.
First and foremost, I want to state that I am in no way implying that this applies to everyone who uses Facebook. But regarding all of the old contacts I've made new again, it seems everyone is just interested in putting on a good show. Everyone is leading perfect lives with absolutely nothing at all to complain about. Everyone is blessed from their perfect jobs to their cinnamon-bun-smelling assholes... or so they'd all have us believe.
Overall, my "net" attitude towards my life since high school is positive. I love my wife, I love my kids, but there have certainly been ups and downs. Maybe my expectations were too high when I finally buckled and joined up, but I haven't read a genuine thought from anyone.
Admittedly, I'm being a hypocrite. Rather than admit that my cornflakes weren't perfectly crunchy this morning, I've simply chosen not to post about the incident.
For instance, one guy brought up skyrocketing fuel prices. A friend writes back, "yes, prices are high, but I just feel so blessed that my wonderful family is able to afford to heat our humble home." He replies, "yes, we are indeed blessed. It's a strain, but we must always be ready to appreciate how fortunate we are."
These two pantloads used to stuff underclassmen into lockers and carry brass knuckles in their backpacks.
Now, the whole goal of our twenties is to mature socially and professionally, start a family, and generally "grow the f*** up", but are you kidding me? Where did these people's real personalities go? I see this all over the place; this drivel plagues every wall-to-wall post and "25 things about me" note I read! YAWN!
An ex of mine (with whom I honestly have absolutely no cross to bare) writes "It is so wonderful to have such a blessed family, perfect children, adoring husband, and lucrative career."
Did you win the freaking lottery or something? Let's break that statement down a bit: You've either hit the jackpot in every conceivable category in your life, or it's designed to sell people - people from every category or circle in your life - on your comprehensively perfect life.
Why the show, folks?
Now, I'm not eager to tell everyone about every little problem I've had since we last spoke, but I'm afraid to post a PG-13 YouTube video for fear of being shunned for failing to appreciate my ... "blessidness" to the fullest extent possible. I want to laugh with these people, share old times, and revive old support circles... not compete for who has the whitest picket fence.
In my peer groups, Facebook = Brag Vehicle.
The main motivation was that I realized many of my old friends from high school and college were joining up, and I was one of the last holdouts. My avoidance was more passive than anything else; even as it gained mainstream popularity, it still seemed a little juvenile to me.
When I first joined, I have to admit that I got over that hesitance rather quickly. Each day I was greeted with new requests from old friends and acquaintances, and it was pretty cool. Quickly racking up the friend count was a bit of an ego stroker, but honestly, it was just really neat seeing how everyone was doing.
Except I wasn't really getting to see how everyone was doing.
First and foremost, I want to state that I am in no way implying that this applies to everyone who uses Facebook. But regarding all of the old contacts I've made new again, it seems everyone is just interested in putting on a good show. Everyone is leading perfect lives with absolutely nothing at all to complain about. Everyone is blessed from their perfect jobs to their cinnamon-bun-smelling assholes... or so they'd all have us believe.
Overall, my "net" attitude towards my life since high school is positive. I love my wife, I love my kids, but there have certainly been ups and downs. Maybe my expectations were too high when I finally buckled and joined up, but I haven't read a genuine thought from anyone.
Admittedly, I'm being a hypocrite. Rather than admit that my cornflakes weren't perfectly crunchy this morning, I've simply chosen not to post about the incident.
For instance, one guy brought up skyrocketing fuel prices. A friend writes back, "yes, prices are high, but I just feel so blessed that my wonderful family is able to afford to heat our humble home." He replies, "yes, we are indeed blessed. It's a strain, but we must always be ready to appreciate how fortunate we are."
These two pantloads used to stuff underclassmen into lockers and carry brass knuckles in their backpacks.
Now, the whole goal of our twenties is to mature socially and professionally, start a family, and generally "grow the f*** up", but are you kidding me? Where did these people's real personalities go? I see this all over the place; this drivel plagues every wall-to-wall post and "25 things about me" note I read! YAWN!
An ex of mine (with whom I honestly have absolutely no cross to bare) writes "It is so wonderful to have such a blessed family, perfect children, adoring husband, and lucrative career."
Did you win the freaking lottery or something? Let's break that statement down a bit: You've either hit the jackpot in every conceivable category in your life, or it's designed to sell people - people from every category or circle in your life - on your comprehensively perfect life.
Why the show, folks?
Now, I'm not eager to tell everyone about every little problem I've had since we last spoke, but I'm afraid to post a PG-13 YouTube video for fear of being shunned for failing to appreciate my ... "blessidness" to the fullest extent possible. I want to laugh with these people, share old times, and revive old support circles... not compete for who has the whitest picket fence.
In my peer groups, Facebook = Brag Vehicle.
