Why we need to pop the social media bubble
Elizabeth Turner, Contributing Writer
September 23, 2013
Filed under Opinions
The one thing I’ve realized about myself from using Facebook is how much I hate people. And myself.
You would never be able to tell it based on my Facebook page or my personality in real life. The only way you could know this is if you’re me (alas, you’re not, poor creature) or if you are reading this.
I’m perfectly happy on Facebook. Occasionally some social injustice riles me up. I like sharing pictures of my cat, and liking updates like engagements and graduations from my friends. I like memes and cultural references. I like promotions (Just today I tried to win a five-pound Hershey Bar. I also entered to win a trip to see the Breaking Bad Finale with Aaron Paul picking ME up from the airport. Swoon!) And I like the whole ‘staying connected’ bit.
Most of this is a lie.
I’m so unhappy when I get on Facebook. I get critical of everyone and then I start knocking on my own life. People try so hard to make their lives seem appealing to everyone else that they miss what’s in front of them.
I don’t get riled up about social injustice. I get riled up that someone has different opinions than me. Sure, the little thumbs up says I like your picture, but really I just got done thinking how leathery/fake/dumb/obnoxious/better-looking you are. I’m making fun of your cliché Marilyn Monroe quotes. The whole ‘stay connected’ thing? Sure, I’ll add my preschool bestie, my former babysitter and my great uncle from Georgia. But that doesn’t mean I’m ‘connecting.’ How many people do I communicate with on Facebook? Maybe about 40-50 out of the 500. It’s virtual friendship hoarding.
So I’m going to stop comparing my actual life to everyone else’s virtual life and take a break. I think everyone should do the same. And if I win that trip, I promise not to brag too much on Facebook. Maybe. Probably. Eh.