Social media. It’s hard to know how to take it. You don’t
want to appear old and reject anything that’s new and popular with young
people. Then again you feel like there’s better things to do than ‘speak’ to a
bunch of people on Facebook, get into a chat room or begin an Instagram.
Sometimes I think to myself, ‘am I possibly missing out
here?’
I went out the other night with a friend of mine. We ate
a pizza in Lonsdale Street in the city. He had his phone within easy reach all
night- a special expensive Apple one. In fact, he used it a lot of the night. He
sent his wife a picture of his dessert and she promptly texted him to ask for
him to save some for her. He took a photo of the two of us and posted it on Instagram,
and within twenty minutes over a dozen people he knew sent him a message saying
that they ‘liked’ the photo (which gave him a real buzz). Next he talked about
some items he recently sold on eBay, as well as some items he bought, including
a plastic Barbie kit for his young daughter which shipped from somewhere near
Sacramento. After conversations and
laughter, or even during conversations and laughter, he scrolled down his phone
to check whether or not any ‘friends’ had posted anything, people within his own immediate circle, as
well as female models who happen to be partners of Australian rugby union players.
I spoke to a teenage girl recently- she is about
fifteen- and asked her if she read anything during the recent holidays. She said
she was busy reading all the time- (encouraging) - and told me it was in the
form of text messages- literally about a thousand of them (discouraging). And then
I thought about how social she must have been, and how being in a stuffy room
brooding in your pyjamas and staying up all night reading or playing computer
games would be decidedly less healthy.
I sometimes hear people say ‘I will chat to you later
tonight’ and wonder what they really mean by ‘chat’, and whether or not that
term has totally changed meaning. People of all ages on public transport get
sore necks from bending their head over their phone for hours on end. They almost
crash into you on the footpath because they are not looking where they are going.
I know adults who are on Facebook and would never want
to give it up. It keeps them in touch, they say, with all sorts of people they
would never normally be in touch with, and it serves the purpose of quenching
their curiosity about what these people on their margins of their social world
might be up to. Instagram seems to be popular with almost everyone. I can see
how it might give you a real buzz to see where famous people might be in the
world, or what Cindy wore to the races at Caulfield racecourse last weekend.
Then there is tweeting, or in other words the ‘twitter
sphere’, which has always seemed to me to be too ridiculous for words. Then last
night I became curious and impatient for a new MJ Hyland novel, so I looked at
her website, and saw she is tweeting about this and that. For all I know,
Sylvia Plath, at the age of 83, might be doing the same thing if she hadn’t
decided to commit suicide all those years ago. Jim Morrison and John Lennon,
too, and Melanie, who is still alive, does do it, although I’m pretty sure Joni
Mitchell doesn’t.
So tweeting is definitely not for me. But there are
days when I am sitting around looking at my lovely books, or going for a run,
or driving the car somewhere, or reading The Age online, when I think to myself
‘am I missing out on something here? Am I so totally disconnected to the ‘real
world’ that it is at a personal cost to me and preventing me from living a more
fulfilled life?’ I wonder about this, and
there are days when I would like to invite myself into the world of cyber gossip
and see what all these people everywhere are up to. I could throw away the old clumsy
and outdated Nokia phone I rarely ever use, the one where it is getting
ridiculously difficult to read the smudged numbers and letters, and replace it with
an Apple 6, 7, 8 or 9, with instant internet access. I might suddenly increase the number of ‘friends’
twenty, thirty, even a hundred fold.
Aaahh, but what’s the use? When would I ever get
anything real done?
4 comments:
Umberto Eco is quoted as saying "I don't even have an e-mail address. I have reached an age where my main purpose is not to receive messages."
and no, you're not missing out on anything important…
Glenn
I don’t hate your blog. This is what I think.
In our culture it has been normalised to experiment with social media. But the choice of media has not been normalised and the social media world is still evolving.
Your blog is a form of social media. In times gone by you would have restricted your writing to a diary, dusty words hidden away from public view. Or exchanged snail mail with like-minded colleagues, solving the world’s problems and hanging on for the next mail delivery with an affirming responses. These letters would only see the light of day if and when one of you became famous and a great-niece could forge her literary career on reproducing their content as a famous social commentary.
You may do both of these as well as write your blog but I don’t know what you have written in your diary and letters. I only know about what you write in your blog and the question is this. How does it make you feel to publish your words to the wide world? You might think it is only people you know who read this, but the audience is potentially far wider. What do you get from this form of media communication that makes you continue for several years? Will blogs ultimately prevail? Daisy
Thanks for this. I don't really think about an audience, except for perhaps my children. I can't afford to think of an audience as I would just be disappointed. I just like expressing myself, way before it became popular. I have thoughts I feel compelled to put down, nearly every night.
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