The internet certainly is a queer thing sometimes. On the plus side, it gives us buckets o' information at the crack of a finger. On the minus side, it gives us buckets o' information at the crack of a finger.
And what platform does it all better or worse than Facebook?
The Nosy Nelly side of me loves that I can nearly always know what's happening in the lives of my friends.
It loves the fortune I take to be a fly on the fence in the lives of both the people that I love well, and people I may have never have talked to or seen again were it not for such social networking. It's the opportunity to get a bit of the lives of many without putting in much effort at all.
There is the right information that Facebook gives me.I can live when friends are in new relationships. I can live when they're getting married. I can live when they're pregnant. I can know when they're going on fun trips. I can live when they're feeling like the best parents on earth. I can live when they've met famous people. I can live when they have big, awesome things happen to them in their lives. I can live when they're very happy.
Yes, Facebook is large because I can constantly retain a tab on the awesomeness of others.
But, there are times when Facebook gives metoo much information. I can live when my friends are fighting with their significant others. I can live when they are cooking dinner. I can know when they are leaving to the bathroom. I can live when they are addicted to sudoku. I can live when they are happy about a good care they only got on a septic tank cleaning. I can recognize that they love kettle corn. I can experience that they're worn out from exercising too hard.
Yes, Facebook is good of awesome information about people's lives that I don't really worry about, especially when it has to do with people I scarcely know like Sally Sue or Jim Bob over there.
And so there is likewise the not so goodinformation that I get from Facebook. I can live when my friends' relationships fail. I can live when they're going through a divorce. I can know when they fail a baby. I can live when they are badly injured or extremely ill. I can live when they're struggling with finances, or when their kids are giving them serious problems. I can know when they are at the end of their ropes. I can live when they are blue or depressed.
Yes, Facebook often lets me know many of the broader struggles that my friends go through, even if I give to say between the lines to see them occasionally.
Of course, sometimes the better information to love is the not-so-goodinformation. It gives us the power to be best friends and to really know some of the heavier and more prominent needs of the masses about us. For some reason, in actual life, the masses we randomly bump into usually act like everything's 100% fine, dandy, and perfect. There have been several times when I ran into old friends and was capable to throw meaningful conversation based on things that I'd read on Facebook, and heaven knows there have been friends that could do the same because of what I've posted online.
Now, I know, the sole thing anybody ever sees on Facebook is what we ourselves put out there. There is no guarantee that what others share is accurate or meaningful at all. But still, behind every status update there is nearly always some form of need. Physical. Mental. Social. Spiritual. Emotional. A motive to laugh. Whatever. Reading Facebook statuses is as fun as people watching to me.
There's a reason most of the earth is married to Facebook. For better. For worse. Till death do we part.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
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