I am a social media user. I say that without shame! While I am not one of those people who updates my status every five minutes, or sends a tweet every two minutes, I do interactively use social media to stay in touch, talk about world events, to post pictures of various things of importance to me in my life. Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, Instagram, LinkedIn… Yep, I have them all and I use them all almost daily.
I should back up just a bit and come clean (because I do think this all might be somewhat linked to my recent accidental discovery)… I am in my early 40s. I did not grow up with cell phones, home computers, iPods, iPads, etc. I was actually very late to the electronic device game. I did not own my first computer until 2000. My first cell phone came in 2003, and I carried it a full year without really ever turning it on. I was well into my late twenties when these things became a part of my daily life. And I didn't own my first smart phone until two years ago. Still a newbie in many eyes!
So I certainly remember a time, a glorious time I think some days, where I was not connected at all.
In 2006 I discovered my first on-line community and I really started getting involved in the internet. It can be a wonderfully intoxicating event to connect to people all over the world.
I wrote my first blog. I found some of the best friends I have never met
in these communities. People I felt closer to than in real life. People who just "got" me. First came online support group, then came Myspace, then came a craft beer community where I really found my online voice. I was one of a handful of ladies in a very male dominated on-line community. Sometimes it went well. Sometimes it didn't. But I felt at home there.
I met my husband on that site. In a chat room no less. Talking about craft beer.
So of course having some kind of online presence has definitely helped define the last 10 years of my life. I mean, I met my husband online. How could the internet NOT define me?
I've had a love/hate relationship with Facebook since the get-go
I hate how boring it is. I hate how it dictates to me what I should like and who I should interact with and who I shouldn't. I hate how it changes all the time and rarely, in my opinion, for the better. I hate how popular it has become. And I hate how much time I spend there.
Yet, most of my online family, as well as former co-workers, classmates, and even long-lost friends and family now connect there. So without Facebook, I can't stay connected. The days of phone calls, or emails from long-lost connections seem to be gone. Everyone just seems to "Facebook" each other. We have turned a thing into a verb.
Then the holidays came this year. A time of numerous social gatherings with friends and family you don't see nearly enough. And a little phrase kept sticking in my brain. The first time I kind of just laughed it off. "Oh yeah, I saw that on Facebook."
But then it kept happening. One by one, I met with friends, family, coworkers over the holidays. And as we were "catching up" on our lives, and I would tell them what I have been up to, things I felt were of great importance to me and would be interesting to them; I heard it more and more. "Oh yeah, I saw that on Facebook" and the topic seemed no longer important enough to discuss. My real life updates were no longer important because I had already updated the world via Facebook.
Could I be divulging too much on social media?
I DO use Facebook frequently. I "check in" to places. I give shout outs to my gym, my favorite stores, my favorite local finds, even my favorite people. Yet, many of my closest REAL life friends and family do NOT. While they maintain pages, they don't actually use them much.
So I started feeling like they had an unfair friendship advantage over me. And I felt sad and more than a little disappointed and yes, disconnected from them and the real world.