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Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Status Update

I was about to post this status on Facebook:
"I'm thinking the two huge bumps in Kinsey's gums would explain her fussing and me getting called from the nursery early to come get her tonight."

So many times I write a status like this and then think, "Who really cares?" and erase it, like I did tonight.  Status updates seem like a way for us to be known by others.  It feels so vain.  I don't mind reading status updates of friends I am very close to.  I also like reading updates from people who have a sense of humor.  But mostly, it's just about details in life that we all experience.   Does everyone really need to know when Kinsey is teething or when she started eating with a spoon?  All my Facebook parent friends experience these times so it's nothing new to them.  The friends I am close to know what's going on without my status update because I already talk to them almost daily.  So what's the point?

It's just a weird phenomenon to me, and for some reason I still do it.  Not much different than blogging, but I'm still doing that too.  For all 2 of my readers...haha.  I really don't know my purpose in all this social media.  Is it actually some sort of addiction? 

4 comments:

cara said...

I feel the same way and yet keep doing it. I think it's a need to feel known or heard. We think what we have to say is much better or important. Anyway, I care what you have to say.

Anna said...

I feel the way you do in regards to posting statuses on FB. I always wonder if anyone really cares what I have to say or what is going on in my life. I do enjoy reading your blog, by the way. :)

Sarah said...

Thanks guys. And Anna, I guess that makes 3 readers...haha.

Katie Sue said...

I tend to look at stays updates ameboid entries as a means of knowing enough about someone's life so that I have good conversation starters when I see them in person. It's very possible that that's just a rationalization for my addiction but that is how I think about it.