Let’s start at the beginning with social media. With one or two exceptions, my media stream is filled with celebratory notes, amazing pictures, birthday wishes, the odd grumple, and news about lost puppies and remote tragedies. Every now and then there’s a burst of outrage followed by silence, a return to inaction other than pushing a bunch of “like” buttons, and we return to celebratory notes etc.
Man, your lives look so much better than mine and it’s damn race to keep up with y’all. Your pics are better, your adventures are more-adventurous, and your life is so much more interesting than my regular stress-filled, grind of producing words and digging in muddy ground.
In fact, reading about your latest trip to the furthest corner of the world has me so damn depressed – particularly when I compared it to my latest long trip – 5 miles into town to pick up the mail (mostly flyers) that I want to stick my head under the pillow and never, ever come out.
Blogs aren’t much better. I love those before and after garden-makeover picture spreads. The only question I have is why does my garden continue to look like the “before” shots no matter how much work I do on it? Gushing about your monster tomato, celebrating your latest book (Do you really make enough money writing those things to justify the time? I sure as hell don’t.) All this celebrating is getting me down.
And the bloody photography! Don’t even get me going on that. Oh, all right I will. Photographers complain mightily about how they can’t make money now when everybody has a digital camera and editors don’t want to pay. And yet, and yet you guys still figure out ways to take funky trips to exotic locales I can only afford to see in National Geographic. I can barely afford the gas to get to town to get my mail (still mostly flyers) and you guys are jetting around the friggin world to “get the shot” which you tell me you can’t get paid for. Interesting indeed.
I must be doing something very, very wrong here. Or you guys are all lying through your teeth.
It doesn’t matter how you spin it, social media is one strange world. Very, very strange and it must be taken with a very large spoonful of fibre if it’s taken at all.