Someone, Somewhere. Fighting to Survive. Is it you?
I resolve to the fact that a few recurring themes pop up in my news feed: engagements, weddings, babies, holidays, politics and selfies.
I too declare myself guilty of few of those things, but surely there is more to life. Does that really sum up everyone? Are we all living the same experiences just in a different way? Is that the only thing that sets us apart? The way our experiences unravel. Is life really all about selfies, politics, holidays, babies, weddings, engagements? I guess when it comes down to it, it is.
I’m a frequent user, and supporter, of social media. It is definitely a convenient way to keep superficially in contact with people across the broad spectrum of relationships which make up our lives. I say superficially because it’s only surface deep most of the time, others too much information is shared. I really don’t need to see your newborn fresh out from between your legs. I don’t even think I want to see my own child until it’s been bathed, let alone yours.
When it comes to over sharing, we don’t tend to post about our dark troublesome times . And when we see it, we tend to think that it shouldn’t be aired over that forum.
I use this blog as an outlet. I enjoy sharing the full gamut of my experiences; good, bad and the ugly. It can leaving me feeling vulnerable, knowing you have insight into how I think and feel, during my most confusing and heartbreaking moments. Though, I am lucky. Those moments are only about men. If that is all I have to really worry about I have it pretty good.
My sister has just come through an operation to remove cancer from her face, my sister-in-law-to-be has just received some preliminary test results indicating she has cancer cells which need to be removed. And I sit here thinking about whether I have upset a man who I barely know. Please!
Take a reality check.
I just did.