So, continuing on about the whole Social Media thing, I think I just created a punchline to an old joke. Hear me out. Have you heard the one about?
A tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it?
Does it make a sound?
Then I confess, I forgot the next line and then a tree falls in the forest and lands on a mine, does anyone care?
Someone throws a comment out on Social Media and nobody likes or comments. Should I kill myself?
Ok, clearly not planning to kill myself, however people really take stuff seriously on Instagram and such, they really don’t cope if people don’t or can’t respond.
It escalated fast didn’t it?
I just think people should be strong, independent and learn to stand on their own two feet. Don’t be afraid to ask for help of course, but be strong in your convictions, learn, be educated. Have your own opinion.
You can listen to other people’s opinions, but have your own first. It’s also OK to change your mind, however only after you have all the facts.
Ok, I think I made a joke, let’s see if you agree or just hear me out. Tell me your thoughts please.
You know the whole Social Media thing everyone else is on? That I am not. People on Instragram, Twitter and the like.
Yes, yes, I do have a blog and I did eventually get on board the Facey-thingy. Reluctantly.
But it seems some people only have conversations if they are being shared with 5,000 followers and of whom want to be in on the conversation, concentrate on other people’s comments and spread the hate.
I know I sound old, when I say some people are more interested in other people’s opinions than actually watching a documentary, or such to learn about it from the horse’s mouth (so to speak) than make up their own minds.
I’ve come to the conclusion, maybe people would rather communicate with people they don’t know, because they might live around the world from them and not in close proximity (is this safer?) or because they share a mind-set?
Because I guess there is the whole catfish thing. FYI I really am now a 46-year-old single barren spinster living in Melbourne Australia, advocating to/for people with brain injuries, with a cat.
Why anyone would make this shit up to get friends they may or may never meet is beyond me.
I had a day off yesterday! I know, right? It’s nice to imagine being retired every day, is a day off. But alas, no! I do not have that kind of retirement; my weekdays are often filled with the appointments that help keep me going. Maybe, I’ve mentioned previously, chiropractor, acupuncture, shiatzu, myotherapy, GP appointments and the list goes on. I’m not even seeing a physio or an OT at the moment.
So, as I said, yesterday I had a rare day off. I confess, I slept until 1pm, with a false start at around 9.30am when my Mepacs alarm woke me. Damn blast-it. I blame Facebook for my late night… Oh, early morning the night before.
You know Facebook, you see a cute cat post, (yes, I’m that person) and the stupid thing won’t share it, so you spend 2 hours going through your newsfeed trying to find it again.
Case in point why I only get on once a week or so to do more then return messages and daily pokes. Yes, I’m that person trying to keep it alive, but when I finally surfaced I spent the afternoon making and returning calls, often both phones at the same time, emails.
And I still didn’t manage to put it all together to have lunch until 5.30pm.