Reality of face book

FaceBook In Reality – idiotsofants.com and BBC’sThe Wall

One big friend

I’ve been spending a bit of time lately talking awy on facebook chat.

I’ve come to realise that I engage in the same way with everybody.

Strange

It came about when I was chatting to someone that i haven’t seen for seven year, I was chatting in the same way that I chat to my sister, to my friends that I see regularly. I thought Whoa! This isn’t natural.

If I saw someone that I was once close to that I hadn;t seen for some years I would effuse, I would enthuse, I would in general bubble over. But here I was talking in this neutral kind of way.

I wondered what could be happening.
What I think was happening was that I view the “other” as one big entitity. The words are not enough to define individuality. yesterday I felt bored an really unconnected. what’s the point in engaging in this way when it is all so neutral? Yesterday I felt deeply unsatisfied.

Today however, I reflect on hhow relationships need to build online. That 10 minutes of back and forth with and old friends is unsatisfactory but building that relationship, through regular contact may change that, and reduce the ennui.

Am I alone in experiencing this? What are the implications for counselling?

Change of heart

By the way…I decided to let him be friend on a trial for a month!

Making new friends

My boss asked to be my facebook friend today. Not, like. my immediate boss but my big big boss.

I balked.

I said no.

Usually I find it hard to say no to the big big boss. But this no came out like water under pressure.

I think I may have even whined “but then I’d have to self edit”

Refelcting on this I wondered why i had this reaction. This guy knows me, employs me, sees me most days. My facebook was has always had a degree of reticence about it in case I ever want a job as a politician. So why would I be so fearful about him seeing “Me”

This realtes to that whole area of online presentation. Who are we? I feel like I’m authentic at work so whywould I be afrid of sharing. Certainly other work mates are on my face book. But I guess there’s heirarchy thing. What would he think if he knew”that”

As I write, I remind myself that I often am bothered by thinking about what others think of me. This is my own stuff and it’s great to reflect and see that this is what is happening. And that is the beauty of self reflection

He wants to read this blog too….not a chance!