It’s A Wonderful Life – At Least On Facebook!
I saw this little insightful nugget when trawling through Facebook yesterday, and it really made me smile.
I reflected whether we all tend to talk up our lives through our social networks,and why?
We are now exposing ourselves to hundreds, if not thousands of people we would never have “met” before the social networking boom and that brings a certain requirement to keep up appearances, even if it is at a subconscious level.
As the eldest of four, I have vivid memories of appearances being altered when visitors called.
On hearing a car pulling up outside the house, my mother, peering through our front room window would announce the arrival of an entourage of family members.
Together we would skate around the house, plumping cushions, running the Hoover around, wiping a few straggling dishes on the drainer and hurling all signs of floor debris – toys, newspapers, books, – into our under stairs cupboard to be hidden from view.
The resultant frenzy took place during a five-minute breathing space where my father would go out front to do the meet and greet and kick the odd tyre of my Granddad/Uncle’s latest motor, and offering to carry in the bags and coats of the ladies.
Once installed in the house, tea was brewed, food was prepared, and, depending on who was visiting, other activities spawned from this: I might play a board game with my cousins, my father would play for my great-grandmother to sing.
Within the space of half an hour, the house would have returned to its semi-ramshackle state as is the way of things when family and friends call.
However, we all still enjoyed the time together, regardless of the mess on the floor and the pile of unwashed dishes.
So, why do we big things up on Facebook?
If we are all truly friends, there should be no need to do so, as we should accept each other the way we are, warts and all.
So, I ‘m signing off with my first truthful Facebook status of the New Year:
“In bed writing a blog post wearing yesterday’s tee-shirt – husband next to me in his vest with his grey hairs stuck to it”