I’ve made some random discoveries about myself and the world around me since I dove into the world of Social Media. For one, there are loads of other people who find it perfectly normal to ensure the toilet paper roll is ALWAYS installed in the “over” or top-to-bottom capacity. Many people also find it perfectly natural to watch an entire season of Sons of Anarchy in one, drawn out setting. (Two seasons if you don’t have to get up for work the next morning.)
So, I’m guessing that my newest discovery is true for at least a few of you as well. It’s the concept of, “I’m afraid I might miss something.”
I’ll explain by throwing one of my little sister’s stories under the blog bus.
When Terri (little sis) was about six or seven, my mom got a request from her teacher for an in-person conference. Back then, that was not cool. It meant you were either up to no good or about to take a second trip through your current grade assignment.
Well, my mom schlepped on her quiet and demure public facade and headed to the school. The teacher’s concern? Terri didn’t seem to be getting enough sleep at night and the teacher thought she needed to go go bed ealier.
“But I put her to bed at seven o’clock every night!” mom said.
I wasn’t there, but I’m certain she glanced over her shoulder more than once to see if any witnesses were present for her bad parenting reprimand.
Mom came home on a mission.
She put Terri to bed like always and went about her business downstairs. But about an hour later, mom snuck upstairs. Guess what she found?
Apparently, Terri had a serious case of, “I’m afraid I’m gonna missing something.” Every night after mom put her to bed, she’d sneak to the top of the stairs and listen to what was going on until everyone else finally headed off for bed.
In a nutshell, that’s me with Social Media. Maybe not so much afraid I’m going to miss something, but searching for the golden thread mixed in with all the hay.
I’m fine as long as my browser stays closed, but the minute I pop that screen, I’d better have a rope wrapped around my waist or I’m sure to fall in. No wonder we don’t talk at restaurants anymore. We’re all too busy trying to see what’s gone viral or digging up the latest & greatest craze. If it was up to me, my desk would probably look like this.
What about you? If real life didn’t keep you anchored, would you trick your desk out like this for optimum coverage? Or does Social Media exhaust you? How do you find your balance? Or do you even try?