Or rather what NOT to share on social media
Sharing is a prominent part of the internet. And then there is over sharing. With a myriad of options to choose from (Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Linkedin being the most popular ones), it can get pretty hard to avoid knowing where my neighbor vacationed this summer, or what my colleague had for dinner last night or what a friend’s dog chewed up….and what my painstakingly made but ruined Sunday lunch looked like (yes, I am guilty too). And for the last time, really, if I see one more pair of feet against a backdrop of the ocean or swaying palms, I swear I shall unfriend that person. (I couldn’t think of anything more dire). Feet, in my opinion are like certain other parts of the body like you-know-what, that must stay covered, or at least hidden away from public view. Unless the said feet are minor works of art, to flaunt them about so flagrantly is in extremely bad taste. Not to mention injurious to one’s health; imagine wolfing down your dinner and you come across a pair of bunion-ed, unkempt feet staring at you from the screen; you may well choke on your sandwich with no one around to administer the Heimlich manoeuvre on you.
To those who say, well then, you don’t have to be on social media if you are going to be so nit-picky, I say, I do want to be on a Facebook or Twitter, but without being bludgeoned senseless with rubbish information. Yes, I can scroll away quickly but not before I have been stopped in my tracks, like a deer caught in the headlights, by, you guessed it right, a pair of feet partially hidden in sand but dangerously peeking out, looking like fat worms trying to sneak away!
The next worst thing that people must absolutely stop sharing on any form of social media is the blow by blow account of a first-born’s (in some cases, even second or third) progress in this world. Yes, we get that you are an excited mother (or father) and yes, this is a completely new world opening up to you, but please remember, your baby, cute as he may be, isn’t the first baby the world has seen and he will pretty much do what all other babies do, ie. eat, drool, poop, take his first steps, gurgle ‘mama’ and whatever else it is that babies do. Enjoy your baby but do not subject us to his endless shenanigans.
And to all those who work out, run, swim or indulge in any form of exercise…desist. Desist from telling us how you ran 15km (it was oh-so-tough but you did it anyway, or worse, effortlessly) or how you absolutely must get your daily dose of pumping iron without which you would be a grumpy bear. These coupled with suitable pictures of a sweaty but beaming you flashing the V sign is all we couch potatoes need to hate your guts.
While I could go on and add to the list, on a serious note, suffice to say that we, instead of living our lives the old fashioned way, are creating virtual lives through social media. So put down that phone and look around you.
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