This is a story about social media sharing…
Apparently we are sharing our own words and own photos 21% less on Facebook, in the space of a year. How much of your wall is filled with professionally created content that you have ‘liked‘ and shared, with two clicks of the mouse?
I made a conscious decision to use my own words as much as possible on social media, to the point of writing “like” in the comments instead of just pressing the convenient ‘like‘ button. I’ve started unfollowing and leaving groups that churn out content that is purely intended to be spread by people sharing on their walls.
The endless lists of things instead of proper articles, the clickbait “when she saw what happened next… she was AMAZED!!” that is intentionally lacking in any further detail, the copy-paste status update, the rebranded memes and quotes and every chain email and internet hoax you’ve ever seen in your life.
The cat, dog and baby photos are in declining numbers. So, unfortunately, are the status updates that give us a little window into the inner world of our friends, or at least somebody who we spoke to for a few hours several years ago.
Professional content producers whine about ordinary people drowning out their talent and creativity with a wall of noise. The internet should be a library of the same content as would have been found in bookstores, concert halls and theatres, they say. The media columnists say that the internet is OK for conversation, but the articles being discussed should be written by journalists and authors.
When Facebook decides to show us our most liked photos, in an attempt to re-invigorate our interest in the platform, some of us are swayed. We get a flood of birthday messages from friends around the world, because Facebook has told everybody that it’s your birthday… according to the date of birth that they have stored. Anyway, it’s still nice to feel popular, in that moment.
If we share some content and it gets liked or shared a lot by our friends, we feel proud, like we made a contribution, even if that content wasn’t actually created by us. The sad thing, for me though, is the loss of the platform as an actual social tool for staying in touch with friends, and staying abreast of developments in people’s lives.
I’m a bit of an oddball character though. I was even writing in newsgroups – a really old part of the internet – using my own name, and back in 1998 I made a real-life friend and climbing partner through a newsgroup. Putting your life in the hands of a stranger from the internet must be the ultimate test of faith in humanity.
We fell out, kind of publicly, when he accused me of putting the life of his child in danger, in the comments section of a photo of some Potassium Cyanide I had bought, that I had posted onto Facebook. I sarcastically reminded him that I had bought it to commit suicide, not to poison toddlers.
[Note: as an aside, I kept the highly toxic substance inside 3 thick layers of airtight nonreactive plastic, and that inside a locked steel box, in my megashed – not even in the house]
I was hurt that some friends chose sides during my separation and divorce from my wife, and I did quite an aggressive purge of friends who I thought were not acting with impartiality. I probably ended up unfriending people who were actually still my friends, but I will perhaps never know.
One of the reasons for starting this blog was because I disappeared into my shell for quite a long time, especially while my ex-wife was vociferously slandering my character. She went on quite a mission to demonise me, certainly not sparing my blushes for any mistake or wrong turn she could possibly turn to her advantage.
But the point of the blog is no longer to embarrass and shame, as I have attempted to do with a certain amount of bitterness and resentment towards those who have judged and acted in ignorance of the full facts, or simply in a way that was unfair, unkind, unpleasant, incorrect.
The reason for the blog has been to walk people through the dichotomy of the wayward geek. The unremarkable guy who was politely spoken, with good manners, who turned out to have developed a dark side during the years when he should have been developing a beer belly and more grey hair.
Social media can be abused by the attention seekers, the sensationalists, apparently. Obviously, I didn’t swallow that Potassium Cyanide, nor did I jump off the Golden Gate Bridge, but I did slice down my forearms with a razor blade, along the length of my veins. I don’t see any friends on a regular basis, so social media is just about one of the only routes I have to share some of what I’m going through.
It’s pretty much madness to put some very personal stuff up in a very public way, to wear my heart printed on my T-shirt, baseball cap, coffee mug and mouse mat, not just my sleeve.
However, I’ve personally benefitted from the support and kind messages I’ve received from friends, as well as keeping many more people informed of what’s gone wrong in my life and why I disappeared from people’s lives quite abruptly. Obviously, I still need those friends in my life, so in a way the telling of this story is the precursor to improving those long-neglected friendships.
Another unexpected thing, that suggests there is good reason to share personal stuff on social media, is that it’s prompted a few friends to get in contact and tell me their stories of similar stuff that happened to them. It’s kind of made me feel less of a failure, as well as to have deeper, more meaningful friendships with those who want to be emotionally connected, honest, open. The truth about how you’re feeling, and bad shit that happened is a good thing. Feeling terrified of anybody ever finding out I ever made a mistake was unhealthy as hell.
Finally, sharing stuff completely publicly, on the open internet, on Twitter, Reddit etc. sounds completely off the wall insane, but to have feedback from complete strangers, to know that somebody who I’ve never met or talked with in my life has read my complete blog, from start to finish, which is the equivalent of about 3 novels… that’s pretty mind blowing.
I’m not sure I’ve hit the sweet spot yet, in writing stuff that is interesting and useful to a big group of people who are going through hell and feel like they’re the only one in the world facing such problems, and therefore a failure somehow, a bad person, defective… they’re the people I want to give hope to, as well as collecting lifelines for myself.
I guess if you’re friends with me on Facebook, I could be polluting your news feed with unwanted spam, just like the suggested posts and those friends who are using Facebook to promote their product or service to their friends & family a little too enthusiastically. I could just stick to Twitter and Reddit, where only those with a direct interest can ‘opt-in‘ to see my content.
Anyway, I plod on, bucking the trend of contributing original content to social media.
Tags: #socialmedia #friends #suicide
