“Social Media isn’t about “reach” as much as it is about “reach out”.” ― Michele Jennae
It’s like being back in high school. Those same feelings. Those same insecurities. The popular girls whispering secrets in the hallway, snickering, tossing long blond hair, disregarding, aloof, arctic ice.
I don’t know about you, but I recall those days of not belonging, not fitting in, not being enough. Weird Goth girl. Too much ebony eye-liner. An abundance of lipstick. Hiding behind words.
I still remember when the gym teacher, Ms. Turnbloom, a horrifying, spiteful woman with a Hitler mustache made us choose teams for kickball.
O’ myyyyy God, I sense the queasiness, even now. The tightening of stiff fists inside my belly.
Pick me. Choose me. Want me. Love me.
They never did, well, not until the end, anyway.
“Okay, I guess I’ll take Sisto.”
Not athletic enough. Not smart enough. Not thin enough. Not pretty enough.
Those shitty sensations stay with a girl for a long time, until she eventually forgets, moves on, grows up.
And much more.
The birth of “Social Media” erupts like an ugly monster.
Twitter. Facebook. Instagram. Blogs.
Do you still feel like you’re trying to fit in, belong, be liked, be heard, be seen, be validated?
Don’t lie, your nose will grow. You will go to hell. That’s what mama says.
Today, I heard a co-worker squeal, “I got 100 likes on my Facebook page!” Hell, I thought she’d won the Pulitzer, cured breast cancer, won a trip to the Ellen DeGeneres Show.
Apparently, in the 21st century, we need likes, favors, tweets and massive blog hits to exist.
You like me! You really like me!
Yeah, I’m guilty, as well. I mean, I’ve joined a few “Exclusive” groups on Facebook and haven’t received a single like, acknowledgment, or a ‘kiss my ass.’
Those same sensations rise to the surface like curdling, old cream.
Not significant enough. Not intelligent enough. Can’t add to the dialogue. Gothic girl is strange.
Suddenly, I see the popular girls twirling their hair, teeth exposed like perfect rows of white pearls.
not metaphorical, of course!
But I’m sixteen again, irrelevant again, in high school again.
Let me begin once more.
It’s all a Big Fat Lie. All of it.
The likes, the tweets, the favors, the followers, the numbers, the fucking idiotic numbers.
Can’t you see it doesn’t matter a damn in the scheme of things? Can’t you see it doesn’t define who you are, who you might become?
What matters is who you are in the “Real World.”
What matters is who you “Reach Out” to….Not how many people you “Reach.”
What matters is NOT how many followers you have on your blog, but if the readers you do have experience God, Love, & Authentic Truth thru your words.
And in your “Real Life.”
YES. Absolutely. YESSSSS.
Surely, this is the meaning of life.
———Darling, Reader, do you define your worth thru social media? Are you attracted to authentic people?
Remember Sally Field’s, You Like Me! You Really Like Me!