As a journalism student I am told to be on every social media available (sans MySpace, who’s still on there?) So I created a Twitter against my will. I created this blog against my will. I created a freaking Pinterest against my will.
1. Twitter has become “that’s too obscure to post on Facebook” posts.
2. I do not regret this blog one single bit. Hello. You’re great.
3. Pinterest is a joke. It’s just a smaller Tumblr full of arts and crafts.
I’m also on Facebook and Tumblr.
Left and right I’m bombarded by “like this!” “comment this!” etc etc and I want to address this.
The validity in having someone “approve” of what you’ve posted is a great Catch 22 in that you want others to read what you’ve written, but you’re upset when it’s not the reaction you wanted. Or no reaction at all.
I wish I could say I miss the yesteryear when people had to –shocker!– make a phone call or write a letter. But you know what? Typing is faster. And without all these social connections I wouldn’t have met so many lovely internet-ers.
I don’t know where I was going with this. But there is a lot of social media and not enough hand shaking in this world.