Day 36: Just three simple questions. I don't expect replies, but just throwing them out there.
I'm on a bus and nobody is speaking to each other. Nobody is even looking at anyone. I see you older woman trying to converse with the bus driver and he's ignoring her. When did we all stop being social?
Knowledge of religion tells us that faith is a personal relationship between and individual and their chosen higher power. Advertising ones faith, whether it be in print, vocally or adorning oneself with tattoos or jewelry is actually frowned upon by most religions. So, why do people post religious memes and quotes on Facebook and who exactly is it for?
With age comes responsibility, family, work, etc. That being said, if Facebook has taught us anything it's that we have way too much time on our hands. Yet that time is spent on a phone, computer, in front of a TV. Why, when spare time is supposedly lessened, does it seem like our day to day lives are so mundane? #100DaysOfHopper
Day 37: No World Cup. Watching Wimbledon. Haven't heard a door slam once. Numb from a certain situation that is more dire than I realized. Slept more than the norm, but woke up with a splitting headache, an ailment I rarely have to endure. Life without air conditioning is proving more uncomfortable than I had imagined, but the change of scenery, routine and self destructive behavior is a plus. So this begs the question or should I say questions...
Facebook allows us to "share our experiences" with those we know. Some are magical, as friends have shared zip lining videos in Costa Rica, underwater shark dives and their child's first steps. It's been painfully mundane with daily checkins at Wal-Mart, sitting at DMV and my favorite texting while driving gripe, stuck in traffic. So where am I going with this? Trying to delicately not single individuals out, as none of this rant-a-day is meant to call out a friend, but to call out those who collectively bother me on a social level. Sigh.
How can anyone eat the same meat sauce every Sunday and get the same pleasure they had that first time? How can anyone see the same band on stage a fortieth time and be moved as much as that initial moment? How can anyone's weekly, or even daily trip to the doctor for an illness be as shocking and debilitating as that first time? How many times can anyone be so overcome with sorrow for a lost family member, that their first inclination is to jump on Facebook? How many memes can produce the ire within that not sharing the beaten dog, the welfare recipient or the climate change hoax will forever leave you empty? I for one don't know.
I tried pushing a cause once. Feeding starving children in New York. I never received one "like." The same day, my friend posted a picture of a cat with one eye and had 72 likes and offers to adopt the kitten. He's viewed as compassionate and I'm clogging people's news feed. Why? Because beaten animals are the norm on Facebook. Caring for humans is fine, as long as we know them. We are terrified of our routines changing and the thought of thinking of one's neighbors before ourselves scares us.
So thanks for the update on seeing Wilson Phillips for the 48th time. Thanks for the "this kitten will be killed" if you don't donate today, for the 365th day in a row. Thanks for you DMV, doctor's office, deli line, stick in traffic, bank teller sucks status. Why do we wait for anything when it's so obvious it is we who wear the crown of entitlement?
Back to my point. Why do we share what the people we call friends already know? It brings me back to my question I've asked before and still await an answer.
What if social media only allowed us to share one thought or picture a day. Would we share someone else's thoughts or our own? Would we be positive or negative. Would we speak of ourselves or show praise for others? Would we support ourselves or inspire others to help the less fortunate. Would you talk about that moment we've experonced a thousand times or would we let others know about that one new experience? Today, mine would be this.
I really don't have that much to say. Mind is blank.
#100DaysOfHopper
I copied and pasted all of these today....Day 37
I'm on a bus and nobody is speaking to each other. Nobody is even looking at anyone. I see you older woman trying to converse with the bus driver and he's ignoring her. When did we all stop being social?
Knowledge of religion tells us that faith is a personal relationship between and individual and their chosen higher power. Advertising ones faith, whether it be in print, vocally or adorning oneself with tattoos or jewelry is actually frowned upon by most religions. So, why do people post religious memes and quotes on Facebook and who exactly is it for?
With age comes responsibility, family, work, etc. That being said, if Facebook has taught us anything it's that we have way too much time on our hands. Yet that time is spent on a phone, computer, in front of a TV. Why, when spare time is supposedly lessened, does it seem like our day to day lives are so mundane? #100DaysOfHopper
Day 37: No World Cup. Watching Wimbledon. Haven't heard a door slam once. Numb from a certain situation that is more dire than I realized. Slept more than the norm, but woke up with a splitting headache, an ailment I rarely have to endure. Life without air conditioning is proving more uncomfortable than I had imagined, but the change of scenery, routine and self destructive behavior is a plus. So this begs the question or should I say questions...
Facebook allows us to "share our experiences" with those we know. Some are magical, as friends have shared zip lining videos in Costa Rica, underwater shark dives and their child's first steps. It's been painfully mundane with daily checkins at Wal-Mart, sitting at DMV and my favorite texting while driving gripe, stuck in traffic. So where am I going with this? Trying to delicately not single individuals out, as none of this rant-a-day is meant to call out a friend, but to call out those who collectively bother me on a social level. Sigh.
How can anyone eat the same meat sauce every Sunday and get the same pleasure they had that first time? How can anyone see the same band on stage a fortieth time and be moved as much as that initial moment? How can anyone's weekly, or even daily trip to the doctor for an illness be as shocking and debilitating as that first time? How many times can anyone be so overcome with sorrow for a lost family member, that their first inclination is to jump on Facebook? How many memes can produce the ire within that not sharing the beaten dog, the welfare recipient or the climate change hoax will forever leave you empty? I for one don't know.
I tried pushing a cause once. Feeding starving children in New York. I never received one "like." The same day, my friend posted a picture of a cat with one eye and had 72 likes and offers to adopt the kitten. He's viewed as compassionate and I'm clogging people's news feed. Why? Because beaten animals are the norm on Facebook. Caring for humans is fine, as long as we know them. We are terrified of our routines changing and the thought of thinking of one's neighbors before ourselves scares us.
So thanks for the update on seeing Wilson Phillips for the 48th time. Thanks for the "this kitten will be killed" if you don't donate today, for the 365th day in a row. Thanks for you DMV, doctor's office, deli line, stick in traffic, bank teller sucks status. Why do we wait for anything when it's so obvious it is we who wear the crown of entitlement?
Back to my point. Why do we share what the people we call friends already know? It brings me back to my question I've asked before and still await an answer.
What if social media only allowed us to share one thought or picture a day. Would we share someone else's thoughts or our own? Would we be positive or negative. Would we speak of ourselves or show praise for others? Would we support ourselves or inspire others to help the less fortunate. Would you talk about that moment we've experonced a thousand times or would we let others know about that one new experience? Today, mine would be this.
I really don't have that much to say. Mind is blank.
#100DaysOfHopper
I copied and pasted all of these today....Day 37
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