I attended a Friendsgiving dinner last month that involved a pretty cool bunch of women. We discussed everything from marriage to mental health and enjoyed a meal we all helped prepare. It was authentic and refreshing until…
The night ended like so many have lately: the exchange of social media handles.
I think back to just ten years ago; at the end of an intimate dinner or house party, I wouldn’t have thought to ask for anyone’s social media info or even their phone number. And still don’t. But it seems to be the thing now. And it’s not that I didn’t find these women interesting, but sometimes your exchange is meant to start and end with the evening; those moments is all we’re meant to have. This is not a good or bad thing, but just how it is with some. Like, sure, we had a great talk about black holes and the public school system, but, after just a couple hours of chatting, do I really need to add pics of your mom’s new puppy and ootd to my headspace? I would rather, which I have done before, ask to continue a conversation over coffee. Or remind her to email me that article she thought I’d enjoy—that, to me, is how genuine connections are formed and may stand to blossom.
I just think it’s odd to have me in the flesh and find me interesting enough to seek out and subscribe to on social media, but a friendly request for lunch and a museum goes unspoken. What is the point of getting to know me online—with the minuscule percentage of myself that I actually share—when you can get to know me me?
I GET that social media lets you be nosy without being nosy; I like it for that reason too. But the whole let’s-get-to-know-each-other-
but-not-really-by-commenting-and-liking-pictures-of-each-other-online or just silently stalking is tie urd. And kinda creepy, no?
I call it social injustice.. 😏