The internet is a funny old place isn’t it? Odd question you may be asking yourself. We all know it has it’s extremes. Its force for good and its capability for evil. But, do you ever recognise how it effects you and your life, or is it something that is so automated now, you don’t even think twice about what you are doing? Like clearing the plates away after a meal.
The reason I ask today, is I’m feeling contemplative. I’ve just tweeted out that I feel strangled by Twitter. You may know that I recently decided that the only way to use social media, was to be honest, otherwise, what’s the point, it’s just a sales pitch, a tool. I don’t want to do that. I want to connect, to talk, to have real, genuine conversations. Yet, still, I find myself censored by my own internal voice this week. A voice that talks sense, yet the emotional side of me just wants to yabber on like a rambling idiot. It probably wouldn’t be much fun for you, but it’s all part of the being real right?
When I chose to share more of my life online, I still made decisions about which parts I was going to keep to myself. This doesn’t mean I am being sly or secretive. What you see, is who I am. You just don’t get to see the dirty plates from the meal I just ate.
But what if I want to say something about those dirty plates? Where does that leave me? Because I am me online, I have forged genuine friendships, and I want to talk to those friends about stuff. The problem lies in that I’ve pre-ordered waitress service to clear away the plates.
So now my table is clear, the plates have been taken away and that leaves me feeling worlds away from the connection I’ve made online. And as a result, this blog post isn’t pre-written, it’s not considered, it’s another one of those, where I sit down, with no clue as to what is about to come out, and I type. Maybe a load of drivel. Maybe I come back and delete this tomorrow, or maybe, I leave it here, the clear table, with no plates and I sit.
How does social media work within your life, is it structured and ordered, do you share all, or do you try as I do, to fit in parts of your life, but by being you at all times?