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Note: no internet at the new apartment, only a smartphone, so night/weekend posting won’t happen much anymore. Which may be a good thing. Anyway. Here is a random thing I wrote this morning, that I like, but serves as a pretty good example of all the things my brain makes and that stay safely hidden away. Night, all.
I have this strange pet peeve that’s been growing for a couple years. Because of tumblr, actually, and the explosion of “micro-blogging” and social media in general. Because of the ability for everyone, all of us, to connect constantly and share instantly and receive immediate feedback. Post, like, post, like, comment, reply.
The pet peeve is over-sharing. And not over-sharing in the way a kid yells “gross!” or “TMI!” when his/her parents start talking about love or kissing or sex or whatever. This is knowledge the kid doesn’t have and doesn’t want and is actively disgusted by. It’s over-sharing of banality, the minutiae of existence, the little seemingly-unique details. This stuff is the small talk of our lives. This is experience that we all already have from our own lives, assuming any of us have been paying attention, and we probably don’t need it again. Yes, your pizza is good, the line at the post office is long, the barista at Starbucks got your order wrong. Your day was full of small pleasures and minor inconveniences. Everyone’s day is like that. Every day.
I am worried that these social media feedback loops are skewing our sense of value. I am worried about narcissism. I don’t know if that is the right term, actually, so I’ll put it like this: I am worried that social media is rewarding all of us all of the time for things that are mostly pointless and transitory and not worth a second thought, reward or otherwise. Why are we spending so much time on these farts? They might be loud or quiet, they might stink up a room, but they always dissipate. They are a natural part of life and we forget them so easily and so quickly.
I am worried we waste too much time smelling our own stink. And being liked for it.