August 18, 2012 by Manny Wordsmith
It’s bad when you don’t even want to update your Facebook. It’s even worse when you have to make it a subject of your blog.
Sometimes you have to get things off your chest so other things can bloom. And I’m just here to say that I’m unhappy with my social networking plan. I’m unhappy that everyone knows everything about me, but I can’t seem to prevent the hurling garbage they create for me to see. Memes, quotes, endless music videos sponsored by YouTube, pics of deformed kids or dogs. I don’t get it. Every once in a while I’ll get influenced enough to share something, but it’s never a pic of a cat with one ear, or some colorful sentence that’s supposed to wrap up exactly what my friendship, love of alcohol, and distaste for cheating ex’s means to me. Oh, and throw in some weird character drawn like a 1920s man or woman of class in some proper pose that has nothing to do with the words their standing next to also. Because that makes sense. I won’t put any examples in this blog because you know exactly what I mean.
Something broke. Expression of thought and feelings went crazy. And this might sound weird coming from a guy who has to write 400 words just to get how he feels out, but it’s true. People use Facebook, Twitter and even Instagram as platforms to share greeting cards that they give themselves. Words or images from other people to describe a feeling they can’t express in words themselves. Call me a Grinch, a cynic, or just an asshole, but I don’t see why people can’t use their own words. Hey, if you’re unhappy about how Obama is running office, just say something. Even better, write a short paragraph and use exclamations. I find a person’s thoughts more enlightening than some photoshopped pic of President Obama as Joseph Stalin.
The same overflow of unwanted images that litter the internet, are gathered and regurgitated all over social networks. When MySpace was on top, we blamed the same intrusions on “bots”. Now, real life humans stain personal space.
Give yourself more credit folks. There are times when the perfect card says the perfect thing, but there’s no reason to turn everything about you into a flashcard game of dirty jokes, deformed kids, bible scriptures, and American Soldiers praying. You’re all better than that. Early morning rant…over.