You can’t escape social media. Advances in technologically, which many argue have increasingly isolated us from face-to-face interactions, are now trying to connect us. While I love the advancement in social media, particularly social networking sites, it has added some additional pressures to my life. I got an Evite the other day and I had to sit and think of a way to say that I can’t attend, but I couldn’t just check “No.” I had to follow what seems to be Evite protocol and check “No” and follow it with a witty response. I seriously began to think-otherwise, people will see that I really phoned in my response and I might never be electronically invited to anything ever again.
It seems that there is a lot of social media being created that doesn’t have much of point (or audience). When the blogging phenomenon started, there were so many people with blogs that the writers must have been the only one’s reading them. I clearly hope that’s no longer the case. Recently, I was walking my dog and someone stopped me and said, “That dog is so adorable and friendly. He should start a blog.” I was like, “But he doesn’t even check his e-mail.” I did seriously think about what he said and thought, what goes on in a dog’s life that people would want to read about on a blog? Based on what I know about my dog, here’s few perspective posts-
“Research Shows That Dogs Nap Better on Business Section of The New York Times.”
“20 Tips for Being a Successful Ball-Licker.”
“How to Give Your Crate a Refined Urine Aroma All Year Round.”
Even my parents, who are about as technically advanced as Fred Flintstone, are affected. Let me start by saying that when I bought my parents a computer a year ago, I had no idea that I would turn into their full-time IT person. For the first 6 months, I must have gotten at least 4-5 phone calls a day with questions like,-
“What’s the difference between “reply” and “reply all”?
“I’m afraid of getting spammed…what’s that mean?
“Am I going to have to reset the computer clock every time I shut it down?”
I got so fed up that when they called with a computer questions, I would talk fast, be as unhelpful as possible, and speak with a thick Indian accent. I figured if they had the same IT experience as the rest of us, they might stop calling. No such luck.
Now, even they have expanded their horizons to social networking sites. My Mom now ends our weekly phone conversation with, “Anything new I should know about on Facebook?” She asks this because I have updated her on the many friends and acquaintances that I have re-connected with on the site. Last time she asked this, I gave her the most logical answer I could think of, “Why don’t you just create a Facebook account and then you can see for yourself?” She replied, “Oh no! I don’t want to put my picture online. I’m afraid someone will start sexting me.” All I could I think to say was “Don’t worry Mom, Dad’s still on Myspace.”