Probably against my best interests, I have a Facebook.
Since the beginning of Facebook time, there has been a common theme I’ve noticed with Facebook. A common theme that has become painstakingly recurrent. And that theme is:
People using Facebook purely to seek attention.
What exactly does that sentence mean? Well, for your convenience, I shall outline precisely (very loosely) the sorts of behaviour I’m referring to.
First off, Facebook is, at leats fundamentally, a place where people can a) make new friends, b) stay in touch with old friends. It’s a social networking site. It is a cyber network designed for socialising; or, a social arena designed for networking. Either way, the point seems to centre in on communication between friends or soon-to-be friends.
And here’s a funny little thing about communication: It takes two to tango (or, to communicate, as it were in this instance).
Shock. Fucking. Surprise.
Yes, I know, I know. It’s a strange thing to hear. But yeah, apparently communication is a concept that infers one form of life communicating with another form of life.
You wouldn’t guess that with Facebook, though.
Sitting at the very top of your own personal Facebook homepage reads the question, “What’s going on, ‘said name’s account’?” And framing that question is a little speech bubble like entity, encouraging you to share what’s going on.
I don’t know about you guys, but if I’ve got something on my mind, it’s probably not going to fit into a little box limited to 200 words. And, if I’ve something on my mind that would fit into and play by this little boxes rules, it’s probably not something very enlightening or important. (Unless it’s a link.)
For example, the other day I was driving along (singing a song), and the car in front of me, God bless ‘em, decided to drive like a slovenly sloth. They didn’t indicate, and were generally all over the road. As this was happening, I thought to myself, “Fucking. You asshole. Ass. Indicate, or something. Jesus.” This was a rather trivial event in my life at large. It’s probably not something I’d tell people about. Surely not something I, or someone else, would think to post on Facebook?
This is exactly the sort of stuff that people share on Facebook. It’s stuff like this, and some similar to the following, that people tend to share:
Facebook: “mmm, delicious” followed by a picture of a breakfast meal someone’s ever so recently devoured; or a picture of someone’s holiday/overnight holiday destination; or how much someone is going to miss someone/generally everyone else, after they retreat back to their natural habitats; or, and as is my own personal favourite and most likely to be employed by my own person (Remember: I never said I was above this folks!), how terrific my morning poo has been.
By my calculation, these sorts of statements or questions don’t demonstrate communication. Rather, and quite simply, they demonstrate people trying to accumulate the infamously famous “likes”.
But it’s not just Facebook that’s like this, no, no, no. Most, dare I say all? social media networking sites function in this way. I mean, Twitter was invented solely for this purpose.
Whatever the community of Internet you are to peruse, you’ll be stuck to find a platform that is supposedly there to incorporate “interaction” that’s not overshadowed with the same sort of attention whoring tomfoolery as aforementioned. It’s everywhere. Like a pernicious plague swarming through our cyber spheres, polluting our minds, our hearts, and our fanny packs. And it’s symbolic of …
Well, that’s the question, isn’t it? What is this social cyber state – the all-pervasive self-serving, attention whoring behaviour – symbolic of?
From what I’ve heard from others, some people seem to think that it’s simply symbolic of the human species, rather ironic, declining intellect. Some seem to think that it’s symbolic of generation-Y’s idiocy and downfalls.
I, however, and to the contrary, think that it’s symbolic of something far deeper, and fare more disturbing. To put it simply:
It’s symbolic of how isolated we have become, not only from each other, but also from ourselves.
The reason that people so rampantly seek this sort of external validation from their compeers, without regard for the impending opprobrium that will undoubtedly haunt them later in their sleep, or worse yet, somewhere deep within their hidden unconscious, is because we’re so fucking lonely. And we just want to know, feel, see, hear, and taste existence. We want to be reminded from others that this entire game isn’t all in our heads, and that we do actually exist.
To think that this is possibly (very probably, in my mind) the fuel driving such petty cyber-social interactions between our species is quite alarming. I reckon.
I think that I might continue this post tomorrow.
Oh, and, from the top of my riddled, and jaded heart. Happy new year!
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