It has taken me a while to adjust to social media. Frankly, I wasn’t sure it was the place I wanted to be. Three years ago my only exposure to “social” media was a former single co-worker’s MySpace page, complete with listings of her place of employment and her favorite sex positions.
Ahem! You know where I work, right?
For the record, I don’t typically hold it against people if they want to discuss their own sex life in any media. Freedom of speech, freedom of press, do whatcha do. But I honestly figured this chick was a fair representation of the typical things I would see in social media, and I saw no need to be a part of it.
And then The Hubster got on Facebook. THA NERVE!!!
I have since joined in and found that all of my preconceptions were misconceptions, and I actually LOVE social media. For me, Facebook and Twitter are two distinctly different creatures. But there are a few things you won’t find me doing in any media, just for the record…
- You won’t see me telling everybody how many glasses of wine I’ve had. Mostly because I really don’t think you care. If you do care, then come on over. We’ll share a bottle.
- You won’t see me with 800 Facebook friends. My friend list is a random smattering of people I know and enjoy. You will, however, see me following people on Twitter that I could never hope to meet in a million years. That is my own brand of compartmentalization. It works for me.
- While I never turn down a FB friend request if I feel that I know the person, I don’t reach out first to friend men. Yeah, I’m old-fashioned like that. Here’s why though: Dom was on FB long before I was. I came across his email one day and saw notices of friend requests from women I knew. Say what??? Given my impression of social media (reinforced by the booty-call co-worker), my first thought was what the HELL do these women want with my husband? I hated that feeling. Turns out, they were friending him because he was there, and then they were telling him to get me on Facebook. [sigh] Such dears. But I don’t want to cause that same skepticism for another woman, so believe me when I say I will not ask your hubby to be my friend. You’re welcome.
- Your notifications will never tell you that I have sent you an Easter egg or a sparkly heart. I think they are cute, but let’s face it: I can barely remember to wish everyone a happy birthday on the appropriate day. Putting a shamrock on your wall on March 17 is really more than I can muster.
- I don’t play the games. I don’t farm, and I’m not in the Mafia. I tried to play YoVille once, but I burned some cookies in my bakery and never managed to get my avatar completely dressed. Nude baking obviously wasn’t working for me, so I gave up rather quickly.
- I will not update my status from the scene of an accident. I truly don’t think my mom wants to login to FB and see that I’m waiting on the cops to arrive. I’ll tell you all about it when I get home, trust me.
- You better never, ever, EVAH see pictures of me inebriated. Those days are long gone, and if a photo memory ever has the nerve to appear on FB, I will un-tag myself faster than you can say “Holy crap! That’s Lori!!!”
So, you see…as long as social media lets me be social on my terms, it’s all good!! 🙂