Do Facebook status lines ever pop up in your head? Or maybe you have something cross your mind and think, “Hey, that would make a good tweet”?
Just like television news helped our attention spans shrink down to “sound bites,” it looks like our love of social media is training our brains to share in 140 character life snippets. Or at least that’s what we frequently present to the world.
Oh, but there’s so much more…right?
Everyone’s got a story…and it’s a helluva lot richer than any Facebook status, Instagram filtered photo, or even series of tweets can do justice to. Don’t get me wrong—I love “the Facebook” and “the Twitter”—but we must not fool ourselves into thinking we know people through these mediums. We can know more about them but not truly know them.
I’ve written before about how social media filters our lives, but I want to go beyond that here.
Beyond the status line.
“Real” life offers us a chance to look people in the eye and ask them how they are…but often it goes something like this:
“Hey, how are you?”
“Fine. How ‘bout yourself?”
“Pretty good. You have a good one.”
“Yeah, you, too.”
Maybe that’s why so many of us love Facebook—I have to admit that in the years I’ve been on it, I’ve never seen a status that says, “Today I’m fine.” No…people typically share a specific something, be it a fun moment of the day or a frustration or where they are enjoying a meal…We get a glimpse into a detail of their lives.
But it is a glimpse—and a crafted one at that.
What is the real story? Beyond the “I’m fines” and the pictures of spring break excursions lurks…real life.
I’m a big fan of real life. It’s messy and chaotic and often quite hard.
But it’s real.
In between getting the work done one night at one of my part-time jobs, I learned about a single dad’s journey to take care of his daughter, a family’s anguish over having to make a choice about life support for a loved one, a man struggling to be a good role model to his seven kids, a young woman trying to find her way in life, and a friend’s hospital stay.
And I wasn’t pretending to be Barbara Walters by asking probing questions—I just paid attention and listened.
Obviously, each and every one of their stories helped me to know them better. To understand that their lives have complications and challenges that, while they may not be similar to mine, are something that I can connect with and share in. We talked beyond the status line.
While I may not have that many stories shared with me every day, it does amaze me how much I can learn about someone just by being interested and listening.
Everyone has a story…a life…that is layered and multi-faceted and…theirs. And we need to remember that when it may seem like others are skipping through life without a care, leaving us feeling like “they” have their acts together and “we” don’t.
Life is hard. It can be downright exhausting, overwhelming, and scary. And while some may seem to have it “easier” or “better” than others, life isn’t supposed to be a competition, is it?
I’ve never understood the joy some people have over seeing a Justin Bieber or a Lindsay Lohan struggle or fail. Someone’s downfall doesn’t inherently raise anyone else up. Why the delight? I have no idea what it must be like to be so famous, but I bet it isn’t as awesome as many people assume. At least I know my friends like me for who I am (or more accurately in spite of that) and not what I can do for them. What must it be like to never know if people love you just because you’re you? I bet it’s damn hard.
Maybe that grass is greener…and maybe not.
Everyone’s grass can be green…or brown…or trampled on from time to time. Everyone’s grass needs nurturing. Everyone’s grass thrives with some care and watering and weeding.
We should rejoice not only in our own green grass, but the rest of the world’s rolling green lawns, too. I mean, why not? Doesn’t it just make for a more beautiful world?
But I digress. (Now that most of the snow is gone (for now…trust me, I’m not taking it for granted) I guess my mind is stuck on the green of spring!)
Sometimes the “I’m fines” are all we’re up to offering, I know. I totally get that. While I’ve always been a pretty good ear for others to bend, I’m but a youngster in the world of vulnerability. It’s not easy—but I am learning that it is critical in truly connecting with those I love, so I’m working on it.
But some days even 140 characters is more than I want to share.
I guess that what I aim to encourage here is that we remember that what we see in the world around us probably isn’t the full story…and the full story is worth knowing.
That beyond the succinct status lines of life, the full story can lead us to understand that we are not alone in this world. That while our blessings and challenges may be different, we still share in them…and can encourage one another…and lift one another up.
And that makes the grass greener for the whole wide world.
4 thoughts on “Beyond the Status Line”
Media can be poisonous for sure. I really try not to follow celeb gossip and such. I don’t remember the last time I opened any type of celeb or even “beauty” magazine. Gossip is gossip, no matter who and what. As for FB, I must have deactivated it and reactivated it dozens of times. I only find it useful when keeping in touch with my family internationally. I’ve also deleted a bunch of “friends” off of my list that were annoying and useless to me. Because let’s be real, if you are truly close to me, you wouldn’t need FB or any type of social media to contact me. Good day.
Lisa, there have been days recently
where I’ve longed–yes, longed!–for
ye olde days of yore where phone calls
and letters were our means of communication.
I have a love-hate relationship with social
media for many of the reasons that you
so eloquently lay out, here. But, I don’t
want to be one of those people who grow
older refusing to keep up with the times
and therefore, make myself obsolete, so
I’ll keep trying for that balance!
Love your pics. I’ve abandoned my IG
account for months and need to get back
to it! Another of the “love-hates!”
Happy Tuesday and thanks for the note,
I so hear you about the lament of the “old days” vs the desire to not get left behind, Suzanne. We must hang on and use these tools to the betterment of life…not the detriment. It is a…juggle…struggle! 🙂