I never seem to learn from my mistakes, so learning from others is clearly out of the question.
My plunge into social media is a good example. I should have left it alone, knowing what others were posting for the world to see, but I guess in today’s highly electronic, ubber-connected, instant update world, social networking is a lot like food. You need to have it (arguably), but if you do too many rounds of the McDonald’s drive-thru, it might just kill you…metaphorically speaking.
Finding old friends online has been fun and a heck of a lot safer than showing up at a 30th High School reunion with more gut and less hair. On the web, they only see what you want them to see. Some folks should close the curtains a bit more than they do, if you know what I mean.
My problem with being on Facebook is keeping my big yap shut. It’s like poker in a way. I’m one big ‘tell’. ‘Eww! Two aces!’…everyone folds. My lips flap away uncontrollably and everyone else leaves the table – usually with my money.
Social media outlets like Facebook are an all-you-can-eat buffet of opinion, idealism, voyeurism, fear, stupidity and anger, and it’s too tempting for me to step away from. All those topics your mother told you polite people don’t discuss – religion, politics, selfies, are open season on the internet.
Well, this social buffet is filling me with nasty cholesterol and gas, and it’s making everyone else yell ‘Cheque please!’. But I can’t help it – too many tasty tidbits to nibble on and not enough self control.
Opinions are like….well, you know the saying. Everyone’s got one. They’re also a double-edged sword. We share them, thinking everyone will climb on board, cheering and supporting us. If we’re really lucky, we’ll get an obscure retort from someone that our friends will attack like a fat kid on a Smartie. All we get mostly is a couple of ‘likes’ and that’s it.
That’s my problem. Someone posts an article about how processed cheese is a secret plot by the government to make us fat and lazy so we’re easy to control, and ‘BAM!’ I’m diving in like it’s free crab-leg night at my favourite buffet. Strap on the bib and keep the melted butter coming! I’m writing in a flurry of quips, commentaries and rebuttals that are driving huge chasms between me and my online friends.
I know I should leave it alone – just shut it off, but it’s not that simple. My social networking ‘work’ is very important you know…analyzing the latest ‘Ice Bucket Challenge’ fail videos, or watching cats falling off of furniture. Very intellectual stuff. It’s no different than eating a healthy salad, then someone putting out a platter of bacon sliders. What’s a guy to do?
When I over-eat, it’s only me and my belt that suffers. But when I can’t resist challenging every opinion on the internet, I pull back another sour layer of the onion that I am, and no one wants to see the layers of my onion….and it’s making my ‘friend’ list smaller.
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