Here’s the thing about Facebook: It was a great idea when it started and then it got to what I can only deem as self promotion of a person’s everyday life, thoughts, and “look a the hot selfie I am taking while I drive”. I have a love hate relationship with this social media outlet and I might be overboard with my way of seeing it, but here’s the thing; it can easily bring you up and slam you down- sumo style.
My history with Facebook started when it started; a basic social media page for college students, that connected you to your classmates based on your class schedule. It was great! You would plug in your info and, BAM! Now there was an easier way to get the info of another classmate if you needed last weeks notes (or this is how I saw it…yes, nerdy and practical). Then came the access to adults, and so on… it is now open to people and animals alike. Like the majority of bipedal hominids with a large brain cavity I tried to look for the good of all this change. Great! Now I can connect with my cousins in Peru, my aunt in Finland, and maybe reconnect with that hot guy that sat two rows away from me in jurisprudence that had all the tattoos. Ummm… the last one is a true story. But this cute and nice way to keep in contact with the people I love and know soon became a competition of how many friends one had, who had the better wedding dress, and of course the hot selfies.
Worst of all it became the place where your relationship status trumped all other forms of confirmation, “Yeah, Becky is NOW in a relationship with Josh… Wait! nope, she took it off.” Everything personal had gone online and we were all subject to it through it’s News Feed, even though you clearly chose to take it off a million times. But the clincher was that after a breakup you were now subject to see your ex-significant other and all the amazing, marvelous things he/she were up to (whether they are true or not, it doesn’t matter. They are clearly having a blast without you). This leads to stalking, and what I think is the worse thing for any single person, comparison.
You see, comparison is what I feel like the worse thing a person can do.
“Shit! He is going out with her?!? I’m MUCH prettier! What the hell does she have? There can be no way he thought we were both attractive… Or maybe I never was?”
This is awful, and it goes both ways. All of a sudden she is going out with a taller, buffer, perfect white teeth kind of guy who owns his own company. And you, well, your still only 5’10” and using crest white strips (well, maybe you started using the white strips after seeing that picture and think you need to up your game some how).
In so many words and many other reasons I left Facebook for a long time. I needed to stop seeing this kind of competition, and the girl I call “Dick Lips” to find some sanity and semblance of happiness for me.
You see, I don’t swim with the current. I go up stream. I don’t mean to do it, it’s just my nature, my way of making my own path. With that said, I am like a little black sheep among all those women getting married, having babies, owning homes, and having a solid career than still going to school.
My life isn’t a straight and perfect. Rather, I have taken more time to figure things out and stood my ground the older I got to what makes me happy. With that said, I caved and went back for one last attempt to try and see if Facebook and I can find a happy medium.
Well, I started a profile, and am opening myself up the way I want to the people I want. I don’t care if only have 14 people. Those 14 people are the people I care enough about to see in my small social media outlet every time I open it. I have made a very conscious decision that I will stay away from the comparing entrapment that can so easily be crossed (which means that I am ME and Dick Lips is only just that… a pair of dick lips).
Sadly I was found by one really cute guy, whom I have to say was and is the best kisser ever. I’ll leave that story to another day (because that is a story to tell).