I don’t do a good job of following the the accepted code of conduct for social media. I’m not sure I even know what the accepted code is. However, I have found something that really annoys me. If you’re reading this, you’re a friend of mine on any social media platform and you do this, please remember that the only reason this annoys me as much as it does is because I care.
What annoys me is when people post a status update or tweet that says something like, “I’m so upset!” or “I can’t believe he did that!” or anything that makes the people that read it believe the poster in some sort of emotional, sometimes physical distress. That isn’t the problem though. These people generally disappear for hours while concerned followers/friends ask what’s wrong, get worried, start talking to each other… speculating as to what happened. After everyone is generally upset and worried, the poster comes back and either a) says something like “Oh, it was nothing! Thanks for the replies!” or b) never posts on or about that status message or tweet again, leaving people in a kind of worried limbo.
I am not asking for intimate details of your life, but if you have no intention of telling people something to let them know you’re okay then don’t post or at least say, “I can’t talk about it, but I’m really upset today and I need some love from my peeps.” That’s being honest and asking for exactly what you need. Posting some vague message that gets people upset and worried then never explaining, never apologizing for upsetting your followers/friends? It’s just not very nice to those people that do care about you.
If I’ve ever done this myself, I apologize one hundred fold and I will seek to never do it again.
Just yesterday, I was 17. Today, my daughter celebrated her 17th birthday. Where did the time go?
I was always aware that time was passing, but I never really felt old until the last couple of weeks. The realization that my daughter was soon going to be 17, her last year before “adulthood” was the biggest factor. Also, people I knew from high school either found me or I found them and the tossing around of numbers like 16 years, 20 years since we’d seen each other… wow.
I remember tons of stories I could tell right now that would embarrass my daughter to no end, but I’ll be nice. I’ll save that post until she turns 18 and can be prosecuted as an adult for killing me in my sleep. I will say that these last 17 years have been rewarding, frustrating, awe-inspiring, confusing, panicking, crazy, insane, fun, and completely unbelievable. When this all began with that crying little bundle of joy, I never imagined the range of emotions and experiences this tiny little being would expose me to.
Yes, Mother. Now I understand all those things you told me I wouldn’t understand until I was a parent.
And no, Daughter. You cannot kill me for revealing to the world that you were once a little bundle of joy. A crying little bundle of joy at that.
So, I feel old and that’s ok. I wouldn’t go back in time for anything. I love my memories and I want to keep them.
Happy Birthday, Kiddo. Now stop growing up for a few more years, ok? Just kidding!
