I've suspended my Facebook account. I can't keep up. The pressure to find out what dead legend I am or my lovin' style has proved too much. (Heath Ledger and HOT, as you ask.) Every time I log on I'm deluged with 'Friends' Requests' or challenges to quizzes that otherwise wouldn't interest me except for the fact that they provide me with the alluring opportunity of getting one over on my — get this — friends.
There has to be something WRONG with me. Why else would a 98% score in 'Name That Sweet' give me such an overbearing sense of superiority? You scored 65%? What kind of special needs confectionary know-nought ARE you, for chrissakes?!
And I while I blush to mention it, I always do awfully well in the film quizzes too (though less well in the Eighties music one, but then they were all American songs so it doesn't really count because everybody knows American music is rubbish).
Then there's
Twitter.
Twitter with it's #followfridays and retweets and depressing insights into the fabulous lives of celebrities. (@Xanneroo, the mellifluous Alexander Armstrong, seems to lead a particularly charmed existence, and I suggest you all tweet him just to take the shine off. You have 140 characters, so choose only your very favourite swear words. Tell him I sent you.)
The thing is, to get blog traffic you have to participate, you have to be a joiner-inner, and I've always been more of a 'doesn't play well with others' kinda girl. Oh, don't get me wrong, I have friends. But I like them to go away a lot of the time.
I find today's continual need to cyber-interact exhausting. Stressful. Because there it is on screen in front of you. How popular you are. Apart from walking down a street naked and not receiving a single wolf-whistle, there's nothing more mortifying than discovering that you've been unfollowed or defriended (I get upset even if the porn spam dumps me, and that can't be right). While I don't particularly want to want to follow/befriend all these people myself, they should be bloody-well panting to follow me!
Basically, what this tells me is that I should be a cult leader.
So I'm reducing my habit. Goodbye Facebook, farewell chat rooms, hello Twitter, but slightly less often. This leaves me in an awkward position. Could you.... would you mind... Look, will you do me a HUGE favour and direct everyone in your contacts list to my blog?
I've got to keep the hit rate up somehow, after all...
2 comments:
I try to limit the number of quizzes on Facebook, and basically use it just for playing scrabble and other derivative word games.
Fortunately I couldn't figure out twitter at all so haven't been sucked in. As far as I can tell, there are 3 people who post something inane and uninteresting every 20 seconds, so if anyone else I know puts something up, I miss it.
Blogging is my first love, though. And even though I toy with quitting every now and then, I never do
I think you have the measure of social networking! I shall be following your good example. And don't you dare quit blogging, photos and writing like yours need to be shared! x
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