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Written by Uponnothing
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Monday, 04 May 2009 12:00 |
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The article: Too much information! From Facebook to Twitter, WHY do so many think we care about the minutiae of their tedious lives?
The main thrust of the argument:
There seems to be an increasing feeling in the world of: 'If I don't have an audience, if I don't have followers, if I don't have fame or even micro-fame, if my every movement and thought - no matter how mundane, uninspired or unwitty - is not shared, recorded and validated, then I am worthless, nothing, a nobody.'
OK, fair enough, you don't think people are interested in mundane details of someone else's life. Wait a minute though, you then spend the rest of the article telling us mundane details about your life:
I am a technophobe. I don't get MySpace or Facebook. I don't have a BlackBerry. My mobile phone is more than five years old, but it does everything I need it to do. But at the weekend, I signed up to Twitter because I didn't want to dismiss as ridiculous something I hadn't tried.
But, I must admit, I was bewildered. It felt as if I'd stepped into a massive party in a parallel universe, at which everyone knew everyone else and I didn't know anyone.
I felt left behind and surprisingly inhibited and self- conscious. I watched an instructive video and read the rules of engagement, but still I felt uncomfortable about 'following' anyone or inviting anyone to 'follow' me.
So I'm afraid I logged off and spent the night in the pub in conversation with my friends. I have zero virtual followers and am following no one - I'm not quite sure if this is something to be proud or ashamed of.
In some ways my fear - for that is what it is - of cyberspace surprised me. I have 'over-shared' in the past.
And on, and on and on she goes for hundreds of words. So, Lorna Martin, what makes you think anyone gives a flying fuck about what you get up to?
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Last Updated on Friday, 28 August 2009 12:30 |
