A couple days ago, a girlfriend and I were talking about our love-hate relationship with social media; how often we get sucked into believing that what’s posted on Instagram or Facebook is the whole story and truth of someone’s life… and how easy it is to dehumanize someone in the computer because they are #humblebragging or #blessed or just putting stuff out there that paints them as entitled and egoistic and narcissistic.
And then only cure for disliking someone’s online persona is to actually see them in person, because then you’re reminded, Oh, hey, they’re not nearly as bad as they seem on Instagram! Seeing them in person reminds you that they are real people, with fears and baggage and insecurities just like you.
This conversation has stuck with me – because I’m obsessed with Hamilton and the idea you have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.
Last night, I got a Facebook friend request from a former client. Because I consider her more than just a professional contact – we have a lot in common – I decided to accept her friend request.
And, of course, immediately went to check out her wall, because I know her on a professional level, had heard about her family, and I wanted to put faces to their names.
But then, a question niggled in the back of my mind.
If she was looking at MY page right now, what story would she read?
I don’t spend a lot of time managing the Computer Me. I use Facebook as a way to keep in touch with friends, but I’m not good about posting pictures I take up there. Consequently, most of what happens on my Facebook wall is posted by friends at races and random funny articles my friends find for me.
My Facebook wall, then, is 90% triathlon and exercise pictures/posts, and 10% other stuff. Which, yes, I love triathlon and training and races (okay, well maybe I don’t LOVE racing, but I do love how I feel after a race!), but that’s not my whole life.
If I had to make a pie chart of where my time and energy goes in a given day, I’d say the training and racing is maybe 15-20% of my life.
So it makes me wonder how many people are looking at the Computer Me and thinking, Man, she’s obsessed with this triathlon stuff! and getting annoyed at me because I’m #humblebragging and #grateful and putting stuff out there that maybe paints me as a bit entitled and egoistic and narcissistic.
I’m not sure I’m going to spend significantly more time and energy managing my Computer Me, honestly, but it does give me pause a bit. What story am I telling via social media?
Do you ever get annoyed at some of your real life friends for their social media personas? Do you ever consider what story you are telling through social media?