I’m having one of those weeks where I’m questioning what all this social media stuff is all about. Why do we do it? I know from talking with some of my friends lately that I’m not alone here. There are definitely very good, personal reasons why I’ve kept the blog going day after day…most of it does not involve the readers, but there are days when there seems to be little point. Sometimes you feel a little over exposed, but that feeling is self-inflicted, really. Nobody is forcing me to blog. There are plenty of super supportive and nice people out there and that’s been worth gold, but I’m not naive to ignore that there are most likely some haters out there too and that’s when you start wondering why you even subject yourself to that by opening up and sharing your life with strangers.
I admit that I have cut way down on my blog reading and the ones I do come back to are authored by people who I’ve started caring about – mostly bloggers who have become friends or creative folks that I find inspiring (I still find great value in that). But the blogosphere (and I really do HATE that word) is crowded and not very original for the most part, which I recognize is hard to be these days (I rediscovered this quote recently from one of my favorite guitar players, “nobody is original, everyone is just uniquely derivative”). I trust my own instincts and style to know the products that I like. I don’t need or want anyone else to curate them for me. But that is just me. I guess I am tired of all this focus in consumerism.
The truth is, I have made so many connections and good, honest to god real life friends from twitter and the blog, so the value isn’t lost on me. If I ever at one point in my adult life felt lonely and craving close friends – like the kind that you had in high school where you can pick up the phone and talk to your friends about anything at any given time – I don’t feel that anymore. I have that now. Yes, through social media. Amazing. But there is also this very tiring herd/clique/high school mentality thing to it that isn’t lost on me either. I feel like I’m too old for that shit. I’m freaking 40 years old, but I even find myself getting caught up in it sometimes. Why? Because we’re human and I guess we all want to be liked and feel like we belong.
I don’t really know why I’m writing this. I know that it all comes and goes in waves and I’ll probably be gabbing again on twitter with all of you and having a grand old time, but I’m not feeling it for now. Maybe it’s time to pull back a little. I have to believe that some of you feel the same way too.
Update: thanks for all the comments so far. I’m glad that we can discus this so openly and honestly. This…is what it’s about. Thank you.