Facebook and Easter

We have been on the road now for the better part of four months.  I now find myself back in the city where I grew up.  I don’t care for it much these days, except for the people who live here.  Facebook is truly useful, but insidious describes it as well.  Man, it can suck you in and take over your life.  I am sitting in a city where I went to school and instead of meeting people face to face and having a conversation, you message them.  They may only be four or five miles away.  So you look at a Facebook icon that identifies someone you knew years ago and try to remember them so you can send a message.  Then you message them and wait for a response.  Instead of gazing across a table to look for body language, the other person has a lot of time to consider their response.  I guess this is the useful part of Facebook.  You can hide behind your computer screen and consider carefully what you say next.  And since you have no plans of seeing this person, maybe ever again, you can either be as honest as you want or you can bait them a little.  That is a useful tool, knowing the same thing is happening behind their computer screen, makes it kind of a chess game.

 

For my part at this point in my life, I have decided to hell with the chess game.  The truth is so much easier to deal with.  Being truthful carries risks of a sort, but if you ever do see that person again, that person can gauge you on your words as they will and you can just be yourself.  I have good friends enough to last my lifetime, more are always welcome, but friends, by my definition must be truthful.  It is kind of cool to watch a circle of internet friends interact with each other.  I choose not to participate much, having a basic distrust of social media.  But on this day, this Easter day, I was able to interact with a person I barely knew a long time ago, and hopefully have a positive impact on a friend of mine a thousand miles away.  The invisible hand of Facebook  was a useful tool in my effort to do a good deed for a friend of mine.  I hope my friend gains a little peace during the trying times he is going through.

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  1. A basic distrust of social media is being smart. I’ve been all over the internet (haven’t found the end yet), and my take is that it started out as a good thing, and most of the next big things that came from it were good and had good intentions, but like politicians, they are prone to being compromised, twisted, corrupted by someone out to make a buck, someone with an agenda or an axe to grind, and just plain arsehole trolls. Regarding facebook specifically, I have been on and off again for 7 or 8 years now. Currently the reunion talk seems to have pushed my ON button, as I typically bump into less than a handful of people anymore and I go out rarely. The city has grown too much to be small town. I hope I don’t have to remove myself yet again, because I do look forward (three years, though) to seeing all those I used to know.

    I also hope all goes well for our friend. I did get an informational message of sorts and replied back, but nothing further. Thanks again for letting me know what you let me know.

    • Hi,
      Been living on a mountain top. Old friend of mine helping me build a road up to a place I hope to die some day. Coming back down now. Another friend called to tell about seeing another old friend from school who died a few days later. I left my home town so many years ago that I have a hard time coming back. Next visit is next week to help bury my brother’s mother in law. I never knew you or any other girl from high school all that well. too bad. I spent most of my life on the road, a lot of it in foreign countries. I find that I don’t fit in much anymore. Thanks for taking the time to visit. I intend to keep doing what I’m doing. I value any comments or criticism. My only request is to be honest. Honesty is a hard commodity to find these days. take care

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