Friday, 20 June 2014

Looking around

I must admit that I still haven't completely made up my mind about what I think about Facebook and public profiles. Looking at the popularity, there is obviously something very attracting in sharing happy pictures, moments and emotions. Indicating which book, movie or clip you like and of course seeing what's going on with other people - people, who would you never bother calling otherwise.
What makes it difficult for me to share, is that these are all just half stories. Seems you are only allowed to use fb when you're happy, smiling, travelling or eating - you should at least once post picture of your dinner. Anger or disappointment are allowed as long as they are about something really stupid. For the rest, fb is obviously not the place to share. I have once talked with my friend on the phone and she was really feeling down, she was in tears because of the relations in her family. Some minutes later I saw new post on her wall - movie night is starting, pop corn is ready! She got 14 likes in half an hour. I called her an hour later, she was still crying - watching tv alone.
I don't know. If I share a bit, I share just the biggest highs and biggest lows. If I share some more, I share more of both. To me it feels like lying if I'm telling that I had such an amazing day today and ignore the months when I was in pieces because of people I lost. I guess this is why my wall is empty.
For people I don't know, I honestly don't care. For my friends - they get the whole me; funny, happy, full of energy, desperate, sarcastic, perfectionist, clumsy, creative, ironic, stubborn, laud and plain crazy me. For the people I just know and is fb the only place where they are classified as friends; well knowing what's going on with me is a privilege for which you need more then a click to get. A call or a coffee works perfectly.