Posted By Denise Miller Holmes on Monday
Savvy Article #0917
Connecting is supposed to be what Facebook is about. But, some people cheat! I went on a rant about this yesterday morning on Facebook and had a great time doing it. My rant? It was about the chickens that post nothing but enigmatic philosophical statements in their status bar.
You may have befriended people like this: John is just wondering; Markus thinks life is like trees; and Sarah ponders molecules. What are these people talking about and how does this help me connect to them in any real way?
I was recently struck by this when I found out a Facebook friend of mine, who posts nothing but enigmatic thoughts, had been working at a new job for a few months. How did I find out? I visited a group of common friends in another state and found out the old-fashioned way. Clearly, Facebook is not an instrument she uses to let people into her life.
So I went on my tirade yesterday and posted nothing but puzzling philosophical thoughts. Just to see what would happen, I posted these:
Don’t drive into the smoke. (Kay commented: But strange, enigmatic statements can generate conversation. Like, What on earth are you talking about? I never drive into the smoke. Always a bad idea.)
Denise Holmes is thinking about hair. (Kay: Me too.)
Denise Holmes is wondering about those things in the sky. (Kay: Are they white and fluffy? Or round and silver?)
Hemingway was right. (Kathy: About all first drafts? Yep!)
How do they get those giant Martians into those tiny bottles? (Kay: Denise, you should know this . . .)
Denise Holmes feels like a Van Gogh painting. (Kay: I feel like a turkey sub.)
Sometimes life is like grass. (Kay: What kind of grass are you referring to?)
Take care of the peanut in your soul. (Kay: you must have different friends than I do. None of mine do philosophical statements. Except you. And I’ve enjoyed them.)
After analyzing why I had such a visceral reaction to the philosophical statement phenomenon, I realized I was fed up with lack of intimacy. To get on Facebook and pretend that you are connecting and then spout nonsense is building walls, not tearing them down. It goes against everything Facebook is for. It also comes across as self-serving and egotistical. After awhile, I don’t care to even ask you what you mean when you make it so hard for me to get to know you.
When you get on Facebook with me, I want to know your day—what you’re doing and even what you’re thinking and feeling. And someday, if Facebook has done its job building connections, we’ll be able to share the peanuts of our souls.