Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
George Bernard Shaw said that.
It’s never been so true now that we are in an age where Social Media plays a daily part in so many lives.
I have a few accounts beside this and am aware of the importance of reading what I write.
Our words paint a picture for whoever’s out there.
We choose them to publish a character.
How close it actually is to you can be a moot point.
Friends of mine have completely fabricated their jobs, partnerships and homes on their social networks:
- carefully positioned photographs hide the chaos of reality
- doctored CV’s elaborate our pasts (had a few laughs with that one)
- holiday photos garnered from the internet
Blogs are fairly anonymous. If we are discrete our whereabouts, jobs and even our name become private.
Fac.ebook not so. It’s mindless stream of clicks and likes and follows really do facilitate an open spyhole into our worlds.
I don’t think the kids of today have any idea how much of themselves they have put on this platform,
There are others of course but being one or two years out of my teens I don’t spend time on them. I have read about children snapping naked photos of themselves though and sending them to their friends.
The internet doesn’t forget.
The title of this blog is what’s bugging me at the moment.
Many of us have SM profiles and we have been warned, at work, many times about what we write. Colleagues have lost their jobs because of angry rants about their work day.
To add to this are the Moles. These low lives take screen shots of the silly posts and give them to “Sir”.
Currying favour with the Boss is seen as the most loathsome of workforce crimes.
When we work out who they are they get blocked as the news spreads like wild fire.
I am careful about who I befriend and have Blocked many, many people.
But today I noticed a tab on my Friend page which said Followers.
There weren’t many. I’m humble enough to not be upset by this.
However, two were unknown to me and were in fact relatives of one of the said Moles.
Now, as I’ve said, I am discrete about what I write. No matter how tempted I am after a long, shitty arduous day, I bite my lip and find embarrassing photos of the kids to publish instead.
Try it. You might be surprised.
