I am getting sick of Facebook.
I know, I’ve already been sick of it for awhile and have ranted about it more than once on this blog, but I mean…I’m getting really, really, REALLY sick of it. I’m only on Facebook now to keep up with a small set of well-loved, adored people. Let me reiterate that this number is very small. The rest of my friends list is comprised of acquaintances who are incredibly annoying.
I feel like when I peruse my news feed, I can expect to see one of the following items:
1. “WOW! Great morning today! MY LIFE IS SO AWESOME! (insert example of how awesome said life is). In case you all haven’t seen my last five status updates, I’m a REALLY, REALLY, REALLY HAPPY PERSON! My life is PERFECT. YAYYYYYY!”
2. “Just got back from the gym/track/running trails! It was a hard day today, so I was only able to get in 500 reps/fifteen 1600 meter repeats/14 miles. Let me give you the details of how many laps I ran and the times I did them in and act like I’m out of shape, even though I’m obviously in amazing shape and just want validation from my friends list that I’m in better shape than you’ll ever be.”
3. “It’s been a hard day. Let me post a picture of the alcoholic beverage I’m having. I post a picture of the alcoholic beverage I drink at least 3 or 4 times a week. I like to give the impression that I’m chill and down-to-earth, though I may actually be an alcoholic.”
4. “So here’s the hobby I’m really into right now, and since I’m so excited about this activity in my life, I feel the need to share every goddamn detail about it with you guys! You guys care, right? OF COURSE YOU DO!!!”
5. “Hey significant other, I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU. YOU COMPLETE ME! I don’t care if our whole friends list is reading this! My love for you is PUBLIC and I want my entire friends list to know every single tender moment we experience AS THEY HAPPEN. I LOVE YOU WUMPYKINS!!!!!!”
MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS HOLY.
I DON’T CARE.
Whatever happened to privacy? You know, that thing that keeps us from SHARING every mundane detail in our lives?
You know what? I used to be that person, several years ago. I used to overshare on Twitter and Facebook. Do you know why? Because I was a miserable person and wanted validation from other people that I was living a fun and interesting life, when I really was living the opposite.
It was after I stopped worrying about projecting a fun life on Facebook and actually started living that my need to update the world on what I was doing lessened. This is why I can’t help feeling skeptical every time I see so many frantic status updates from my friends list convincing me that they feel happy and awesome all the time.
We are completely in control of the projection of our lives on social networking. We will not update about our sadder moments if it will conflict with the projection of a happy, accomplished person.
“You’re such a hypocrite, Jenny,” you may say. “You have this blog after all. You talk about your happy moments and your hobbies. How is this any different?” My blog is a tangible collection of ephemeral moments in my life. I write mainly for myself. At the same time, no one will be reading my blog if they don’t want to. It’s not like my blogs are part of a stream of updates that you are scrolling through; it’s your choice to read this (and I’m incredibly grateful that anyone finds this readable in the first place, so thank you.)
I may talk about my more meaningful moments (like my marathon, which I purposely did not discuss on Facebook), but I also try to be as self-deprecating as possible. You all know I’m not perfect. I’m often stupid and clumsy, and I think I project that pretty well on this blog.
I’m a much happier person now than I used to be, and I don’t hide that. But my life is also far from perfect. This year has already presented some frustrations that really bothered me. But I just don’t think that public forums are the place to air your problems, you know? You wouldn’t believe the dirty laundry I’ve seen aired over Facebook – baby daddy drama, family arguments, trashing of exes. As the world finds a lack of privacy more acceptable, I clutch tightly to mine more and more.
I will never discuss certain experiences, because I feel like talking about them publicly will cheapen the beauty and simplicity of the experiences. I want to keep the loveliest moments in my life right in my mind, where only I can access them and not anyone else. I’m a greedy woman. I want to cherish my most private moments and keep them to myself. They will feel less special if I broadcast them for the entire world to see.
I just don’t understand why more people aren’t like that.