Hey, hey, hey! And I’m back again; lucky you!?
So, like every other time, let’s get to it with today’s topic: Facebook.
What’s Facebook? If you don’t know in the infinitesimally small probability that you’re unaware of what ‘this’ is, to sum things up, it is a social networking site, where individuals are able to set up profiles from which they are able to ‘add’ other profiles (and thus individuals) as ‘friends’, ultimately enabling each other to communicate with one another on a personal (via messages) and, on a more prominent, public (status updates as to what you’d like all your ‘friends’ to know, photos you have uploaded, and things you like). It is a highly evident and prominent site, at least in Western culture, where every needs to know when, where, how, who with, and why things are happening.
Like the next person, I myself have a Facebook account, and somewhat sheepishly admit that I do use it daily (in conjunction with emails, YouTube, Wikipedia etc., but to a lesser extent). The problem of the day is not in itself, Facebook, but what I have essentially brought upon myself.
I don’t know about you, but I find that many of us have those few people on our Facebook as our ‘friends’, who are basically people you “know” – by that, I mean you know of them, I suppose; besides their birthdays which Facebook informs you of or their weekend shenanigans, once again posted on Facebook, you know little else about their existence, besides the fact that they have entered your life (regardless of its minimal impact) – but in reality, as mean as it sounds, you have limited care for.
Most of the time, these people don’t bother you; they just live their lives, you live yours, and on the rare occasion, you get an insight into one another’s life thanks to this site. But there’s always a but, isn’t there? There are those fewer people, who frustrate you. Annoy you. Rattle you to the bones. These facts don’t matter, you still have them on Facebook, and being so lazy that you’re unable to simply click a few buttons to ‘un-friend’ these people, you retain them, and get aggravated later on.
How, though; or more or less, why? I’ll tell you why. These people are the ones who over-post. By that, I mean they take advantage of their ability to ‘status update’, but they take that up a notch. Frequent doesn’t even come close in describing how often they post. So, that’s strike one, yeah? The fact that, yes, I have these people on Facebook does mean I am interested in their lives and events. But this is to a certain extent. And the numerous times they post in a day is just too much.
What makes things that much ‘better’ is the content of what they post: utterly useless and questionable. When I say questionable, it’s more so in the context of ‘why? Nobody cares…’. For instance, people who have connect their InstaGram with their Facebook (which is great isn’t it? Enabling these people to share even more than they do now?). It was not until these last few months that I realised that I have a real and immense passion for looking at photography of your lunch. I mean, sometimes, the food does actually look quite nice – I’ll admit that, but besides the possible reason that it was a special occasion and the food is actually something to be gobsmacked about, why share it? This just leads up to people thinking it’s alright to take photos of their McDonalds. There’s no novelty in these photos. Alternatively, there are the few, despite living in the same area as you, think that you are, for some dumbfounded reason, unaware of the weather. For those people, I am fortunate enough that I live in a house with windows; you know those clear, glass panes in the facet of my house – yeah, the way if you don’t have curtains, you can see what’s inside the house? Well, people inside the house can look outside as well. Strike two.
My last ‘little bit’ (mainly because I am exhausted) are the hypochondriacs. You know, those people who are adamant that they have something wrong with themselves, despite being in perfect (or as normal as one can be) physical condition. Or alternatively, those people who are constantly victimising themselves, whether explicitly or implicitly. I mean, if you were to do it on the very rare occasion, so, if you having a complaint or saying something was wrong wasn’t the norm, I think I would be at least slightly sympathetic. But guys… If it’s a daily matter, I’m going to go beyond not giving the slightest of cares. It actually becomes a burden, and sometimes, it even provides me with a good laugh. For one, many of you cannot be sick with the ‘flu’ that often. As far as physical ‘norms’ go, it’s not possible. You’re either exaggerating your situation (sneezing because of a bit of dust does not mean you’re sick), or you’re actually sicker than having the flu, so you need to see a specialist. As for the predominant portion of ‘you’, stop complaining (ironic, I know), especially in ways which obligate those who ‘care’ to ask you “what’s wrong babe?”. Like, for example, saying something along the lines of “I’ve had it. I’m over it. I don’t care anymore.”, or “why do people say so-and-so to people like me, but then completely ignore what others are doing?”. Oh. My. God. You’re probably making these situations up in your mind, because these things cannot occur this frequently to you, and hopefully, society has enough decency to be above what you’re making it out to be. I’m no Dr. Phil, but I’m almost certain that your outlook on your day, let alone your life, truly affects how the events of your life impact you – go into it negatively and self-‘victimisingly’, and you will end up coming out of it the same or even worse. And for those few people who apparently have good intentions by asking what’s wrong with them, in many of these cases, they’re just after attention. Do not feed the animals will be the principle. I mean, if it seems serious, by all means intervene and make sure they’re alright, but most of the time, it’s not. So, don’t comment, and maybe in the delightfully hopeful future, they will one day stop.
That’s all for now, folks; will chat with you soon, I’m sure!