Archive | May 2013

Memorandum for my disgruntled Facebook friends

I have a confession.

I’m a bit embarrassed about how I’ve handled adversity in certain situations in my past.  Many times when my world was in shambles and the future looked bleak, I would wait for others to rescue me with love, generosity and a genuine desire to make me right. Those who have known me for a while may have witnessed this first hand, and for that I apologize. Perhaps it has taken longer than it should have for me to realize that this is not how life works. Maybe I didn’t invest enough time in those that I counted on for help, while pushing away those who cared. Most importantly, I wasn’t doing enough to be proactive in addressing the root of my troubles. Now it’s hard for me to watch others make those same mistakes. But we learn as we grow, and that is reassuring I suppose.

I bring this up because I’ve recently become dissatisfied with the negativity on my Facebook news feed. First, allow me to admit that I peruse the feed almost daily. I like Facebook, I really do. And I’m not ashamed to admit it. I think that it helps our generation stay in touch with friends and family in a world where so many of us are required to relocate after school. The sharing of media, humor and exciting adventures with those close to you can really galvanize the mundane 9-to-5 routine that we tend to fall into at times. And I couldn’t imagine ever having to plan an event without it. Sure it has its downfalls with all of the silly apps and requests, but I’ll never leave. What’s the point?

But when life gets you so down that you need to take the time and update your “status” with cryptic messages intimating self harm or not-so-evasive fuck-the-world declarations, you ought to consider alternatives before posting. Rather than displaying your lack of emotional self-control for all of your “friends” to see, why not talk it out with somebody that gives a shit…like a therapist. If I or anybody else gave a damn about your self-aggrandizing woe-is-me garbage that you took the time to publish so eloquently (and you know you want me to give a damn, because you put it out there for me to read), I suppose there would be a rather unpleasant chain reaction of dysphoria that certain pharmaceutical companies would be happy to capitalize off of.

Hear me out- I don’t mean to be insensitive here. We all have terrible things happen to us. For many of us, our darkest days still lie ahead. Therefore, for example, a tribute to a lost loved one or tragedy is totally alright. Lamenting a particular political figure, celebrity or athlete, while at times aggravating, is fine and often leads to entertaining discourse. I just don’t think that social media is the place to air your especially dirty underpants with your personal disputes, suicidal ideologies, and whatnot.

In closing, I just want to let you know that, however little it may mean to you, from here on out every person that I see misappropriating their emotions on my news feed will be permanently un-followed (not un-friended of course- I wouldn’t want to further contribute to anyone’s already fragile psyche). I’ve already done some tidying up and it’s quite refreshing.