I will admit that I have no social media footprint; no Facebook, no Twitter, no Instagram, and others of its ilk; nothing. The most I do is write posts every day for this blog. I don’t blame anyone else who likes being on social media; it just isn’t for me. Plus I’m just not that interesting.
What’s wrong with having a bit of mystery in our lives? Or that matter, why don’t we all just talk to each other or phone each other as we did back before social media? I realize it’s my age talking, but I have to wonder if all that social media is good for us. Of course, it’s fun to look up old classmates or relatives and catch up, but it seems to me that all that tweeting and texting and facebooking and all must take up a lot of time and energy.
Also, I wonder if telling the world everything about ourselves is a good idea. I’m sure we have all heard about someone letting the whole world know that they are off to a vacation in Honolulu—then they come home to a ransacked house. Honestly, I don’t know how often that happens, but it’s something to think about.
I think what bothers me the most is that people can hide behind a social media name and say anything about anyone to anybody. It seems sad to use social media to pick on someone or deliberately hurt their feelings because no one will ever know where an ugly post comes from. If you’re going to disrespect someone, either say it directly to the person, or make the post end with your real name. It seems cowardly to do otherwise.
All this cloak-and-dagger stuff is not helping us like each other more or get to know each other better; I think it divides us. I would rather have someone tell me directly that I’ve been a jerk about something instead of hiding beind a phony name.
Besides, remember how things used to be when we took the time to get to know someone? Sometimes it’s those little mysteries that make us more interesting. It’s just part of the getting-to-know-you process.
How bad would that be?