I usually go scrolling down social media sometime during the day. I’ll go look at Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, then play a game or two. Since I was off work today, I did that in the morning.
On Facebook, I scroll, but because of its “algorithm”, I’ll usually see the same shit, just shuffled around a little differently. If I dig and find “most recent”, I can scroll back just a couple of hours. It’s like Facebook thinks it knows what I want to see. You don’t know nothin’, motherfucker! Let me see what I really want to see. Twitter is just scrolling and reading a lot of left-wing Liberal sputum and the occasional right-wing blabber. If I ever wanted to see Trump-bashing or someone way up Biden’s ass, that’s the point of Twitter. I will say that seeing people in their true light is quite interesting. It’s also quite fascinating to see celebrities who are over on the right politically. Most famous people are very left-leaning—most of Hollywood is. It also seems like Twitter is the easiest place to correspond with a famous person you might like. I was fortunate enough to have a couple of short communications with Larry the Cable Guy (the voice of Mater from Cars).
Then there’s Instagram. Originally an iPhone-only app, it eventually became available on Android, and is now owned by Facebook (which, by the way, ruined it with its “algorithms” and barrage of ads). If you’ve seen my profile, it’s usually pictures of cake, food or my kids. In the last four years, I think I can count on one hand the number of pictures of myself I’ve posted. I’ve said it before, but it’s because I really dislike most things about myself, including my voice and appearance. I hate hearing my own voice recorded, but my face, as well. I don’t care that I’m overweight (I really don’t know how much I weigh anymore; last I checked I was around 245). To you people who admire yourselves and love your appearance, I ask: how in the hell do you do it?
It’s kinda ironic that these things are classified “social media”, when really they’re more anti-social. You interact with people virtually and avoid them physically. For me, it’s perfect. I’m quite asocial (not the same as anti-social), and prefer to avoid contact with other humans when possible. It’s not to say I can’t or won’t when required, but I prefer not. That’s why I will almost every time opt for the self-checkout. Unless, of course, I have a cart full of groceries from shopping. Then, I’ll think about going to a cashier. Using the small self-checkout with $300 in groceries is kind of a dick move.
One funny aspect of all this so-called social media (funny as in weird, not humorous)—maybe not so much weird as just plain sad—is that it connects people who are far apart, while at the same time distances people who are in close proximity. You can catch up with old friends or acquaintances who you haven’t seen in some time, but you can simultaneously tear your own family apart in the process.
I saw a post today from someone I knew in high school that said she would be off social media for 40 days for Lent. At one point, everyone should take a social media sabbatical, and check out for a bit.
The quote for today comes from a song:
“Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality…”– “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen