century. Some direction, some push, some instruction
for living in the present continuous.
A cure for boredom,
perhaps, self-annihilating or otherwise.
Instead we set the scene,
take the photo, update our status
as well as the shared sense of oblique geographies:
forcing us onto the side of the road,
Aden Rolfe’s ‘Exchanges’
I absolutely love this piece. And sadly, it is so true to life.
People aren't living for themselves anymore. They are living lives that they think other people want to see.
Everyone wants to feel special and important. They want to BE someone. And they want the world to watch.
So they upload a photo and update their status.
I am starting to hate facebook. And yes, I have one. I update my status. I upload photos, write on walls, click attending when events come up.
But it's not me. Nothing on there represents me. It may represent who I want to be. Or who I am when you first meet me. Snapshots of my life.
But not me.
I hate feeling like I have something to prove. Like I am living my life through other's eyes. When really, the majority of 'facebook' friends I have don't care about me, and know nothing about my life. I am starting to hate the idea of people forming an opinion in their head of what I am like. When they barely know me. An idea that I foster. And work on. And change.
But one that doesn't represent me in the slightest.
So I think I am going to give facebook a rest for a while. No more pictures, no more updates. Some freedom to live as who I really am. That is not to say that people shouldn't have one. It's social in it's own way, it makes it easy to catch up with people who you wouldn't be able to keep in contact with otherwise.
But maybe it's just not the thing for people like me. Who over think everything. I just...I guess I just want a fresh start to work on myself for a while.
Without an audience.
People could (and will argue, even if it's not out loud) that a blog is the same thing.
When I started this it was going to go in a completely different direction. It was going to be short. And full of colourful pictures and quotes.
Honesty never factored into it. And personal revelations? Don't even go there.
But somehow it turned into a mishmash of my innermost thoughts and feelings. I may not upload too many pictures or talk about my day to day activities. I don't let you know what is happening in my life every hour. Nor what is happening in my life every week.
But this represents me more than a million status updates and pictures ever would. And I have nothing to prove. No one is on here to compare their life with mine, or see how many 'friends' I have.
Maybe a blog is just another self-absorbed way of showing off to the world. And maybe this generation does all want an audience. Maybe I do.
All I know is that facebook makes me feel like I am not good enough; whereas this blog makes me feel happier and healthier than I have in years.