Are you still here? Great. If not, see ya, wouldn't want to be ya.
Okay, so what is this post about? It's about disconnection. I don't know about you, but all these social media sites like Facebook, Linkedin, and Twitter are bringing me down. In fact, I've never felt so alienated before and this is coming from a woman who used to eat her lunch in the library because she was afraid of the rejection that awaited her in the Junior High lunchroom.
For the past year, I've been seriously debating whether or not to continue down this path, but as a writer, I've been told that social media is a necessary evil. How are people going to find out about you or follow you if they don't know about you? And my response is, what the hell happened to WORD OF MOUTH? Like in, going out to eat with someone and saying, "I just read this really great essay in a print journal that I bought at a brick and mortar bookseller. You should check it out. It's funny and sad at the same time and I really think you'd dig it the most." Am I crazy or what? Ironically, I joined a hashtag discussion group on Twitter called #MYWANA or We Are Not Alone.
We are totally alone. Sorry. And I hope that when you are on your death bed that there are people in the room to hold your hand. Let's hope that condolences aren't tweeted at you or texted or that people don't announce your last breath on facebook for people to "like." (Ultimately they will complain that FB needs a dislike button for this kind of news.)
I feel like Pavlov's dog as I check my @replies or see who "liked" my post on facebook. I waste so much time on these sites looking for a little validation that I exist or that I matter. And I despise this feeling. I do matter. Maybe I only matter to a few people, but that's okay. If you want to de-friend me or unfollow me, so be it. I am taking away its power for awhile and see what happens. Next week, I'm going to unplug from all social media and see what happens. My husband doesn't think I can do it. There is money involved.
So what am I going to do? I may enjoy a night with my family playing a game from a cardboard box. Or I might meet someone for a cup of coffee. If anything, I might actually get some writing done. Alone. Without anyone cheering.