The Age of the Overstated Social Media Post

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Ah, social media. It has evolved faster than we can regulate it.

We are unprepared for the diverging ways it affects the psyche.

It has birthed the influencer, internet scientist, troll, and the memer, to name but a few.

But it also serves as a platform from which people who would not ordinarily be expected to release a statement, now find themselves typing out paragraphed declarations to show thought, insight and sometimes, wit.

But with the furore over WhatsApp’s privacy policy, people have posted their statements on why they have decided to leave, or stay on the platform.

The paragraphs are there, the reasoning spelled out, and the conclusion of “please forward further queries to” dealt out with such speed, that one would have thought they were trying to beat a deadline.

And then wait for people to weigh in via the comments section. Nothing provides more clarity and clear exchange of ideas like a debate on social media.

What happened to just doing a thing? Why announce it to the world?

On the WhatsApp drama, I had inadvertently agreed to the T’s and C’s while half asleep, but also recognised that I would remain on Facebook for work (and some pleasure – it does have its perks), and that I would do whatever necessary to secure my online privacy.

My job requires me to make use of various avenues of communication, and deleting WhatsApp would work against that need.

I therefore have Telegram, Signal (most secure), and WhatsApp.

I prefer the latter.

But I did not release a statement via WhatsApp or Facebook. I did not feel the need to explain my decision.

So imagine my annoyance, when I received a social media “press statement” from someone I know quite well, who shared that after much thought and research, would remain on WhatsApp.

Rolling eyes emoji.

I think I would have clued that from their presence on the platform.

Perhaps this person is on a different social media journey that has evolved from the inane “pizza for breakfast, yum” post, to the paragraphed press release detailing the intricacies of why the pizza was not eaten the night before, and the pleasure of eating cold pizza.

Perhaps my social media variant has evolved differently.

Facebook Memories reminds me daily of how annoying I was in my early days of using the platform.

Why, oh why in 2008, did I feel the need to declare to the world that I was at work? Or that I was at work, but feeling ill? Or that I was ill, but at least I wasn’t at work. (This actually came up on my Facebook Memories recently).

Has social media evolved into a platform for ordinary people to post their personal press releases?

Even when the release is just a well-written rant, or self-aggrandising comment that expounds a thought that others may be thinking?

Chances are that people may have actually come to these conclusions (not virtually, but in person) and have done so through an exchange of ideas and expressions that only interpersonal communication can produce.

Is it possible that these conclusions still exist even if they have not been communicated without posting it on social media?

Is a thought less worthy if it is not shared widely?


Perhaps I should post this piece to social media for a definitive answer.

The Problem with Documenting

The short answer: it takes too bloody long.

The long answer: settle down children, as I tell you a tale of woe.

I’ve just returned from an enriching and eye-opening trip to Morocco and Spain. The cultures, the textures, the tastes and the smells, the people; all diverse, yet somehow familiar.

Travel is important. It helps you understand yourself, your world, and its rather fun.

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But when embarking on an epic journey, one is often tasked with documenting the experience. To dedicate several blog posts to the experience, to post all your amazing pictures with fitting and insightful captions.

I have done neither of these things. Instead, I annoyed people on WhatsApp by posting so many pictures to my status, that the ticker resembled a solid line. There were often duplicates. The posts were so rushed that I failed to caption and explain their significance.

However, I did not heed any of the complaints; I had every intention of posting the pictures to social media, I would dedicate several blog posts to the experience.

Its three months later, and nothing.

Not a picture, not a sentence, not a #ThrowbackThursday, #FlashbackFriday.

It’s just such a pain.

I have to collect and collate all our pictures (there were three of us).

I would have to compile and caption so that they would make sense, and do justice to the journey.

And so, even as I write this long-winded whinge about being privileged enough to travel but being afraid to take on the task of documenting the experience, I don’t have the compulsion to even start.

How do travel bloggers do it?

*Asking on behalf of a lazy aspiring travel-blogger