asks can you really know who your “friends” are on social media?
I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I’m very discriminating. And I don’t apologise for it. In an age when the world is becoming smaller and so, so connected and discrimination is a dirty word, I’m thinking about starting a movement for grumpy, discerning, middle-aged people who have refined tastes and excellent judgement. udgement.
I’m sick of checking Instagram to see how many people “like” me and I’m tired of building my self-worth via the anonymous hordes of haters aters on Twitter*. Most of the time, I totally forget to Facebook, cebook, too.
I want to o go back to the good old d days when you distinguished uished friends from other people.
When you ou knocked on someone’s door, rather than just texting xting from the car outside “I’m here”.
When friends iends knew your middle name, me, how you got your scars and nd your birthday.
When they hey mopped up your tears rs as you cried over a stupid d boyfriend or held your hair air back when you consumed med too much Passion Pop p at schoolies.
Can you tell from a person’s social media a account how they treat waiters? What their relationship is like with their family? Or how short their fuse is? Because these are the things that are really important in a person’s character. How can we call them friends if we’re not sure they’re going to fly off the handle when they’re untangling the Christmas lights? Well colour me purple, in real life we might not like these people at all. Technology means most mos of the hundreds of thousands of “friends “friends” in my life these days are people I’ve never met. Now, don’t cry for me Argentina… my real friends are real. A And thoughtful and mischievous a and fantabulous. But who can y you count on these days? And why did those Silicon Valley ne nerds have to bastardise that b beautiful old word: friend? M Most importantly, if I loathe social media so much, why am I such a slave to it? So many ques questions, so many friends, so little time… All the experts exper will back me up on this. Psych Psychology 101 says that the best relationships relat are formed when you actually get to know people, and that those who take their time en end up with more love and less chao chaos (and I don’t just mean dating rela relationships here, I’m talking friend friendships, family, workmates, neighbours, neig people you meet at the dog park etc). If it’s true lov love you’re looking for, or true mate mateship, it pays to be judicious. So in this era where speed and connectivity are valued (NBN: are you listening?), how can a girl retain her shrewdness?
In the fast-food age, when everyone’s a Big Mac, what do you do when you’re a slow-cooked lamb shoulder?
Last week I threw out all the ratty old tea towels and chipped china in my kitchen, which proves that I don’t only discriminate in my personal life.
And if managing three high-profile social media accounts has taught me anything so far, it’s that it pays to be super choosy in who you “follow” (and to be at least 40 per cent smart arse in your life).
If life has taught me anything, it’s if you really want to get to know someone, get drunk with them. Also, trust your instinct and slow down. It should take time to get to know someone.
Now if anyone needs me, I’ll be over here scrolling through Instagram.
* And neither of these things are true. I have a very healthy sense of self-worth, thank you very much.
“Can you tell from a person’s social media account how they treat waiters?”