I’m looking over some of my old posts. It occurs to me that some will have to go. My writing style has changed. The direction of this blog has changed. And, at least to some extent, my attitudes have changed.
I don’t blog for attention or readership. I really don’t care too much about that, honestly. This has always just been a place for me to air my thoughts. Sometimes people agree, which is cool. Sometimes they don’t, which might lead to an interesting discussion. Sometimes people find what I write to be helpful, which makes me happy. Sometimes they’re offended, which often results in drama.
Sometimes I turned out to be wrong about something. Sometimes a joke didn’t come across as intended. Sometimes I lost my patience. I’m human.
But I don’t write for other people, and I don’t change for other people. I do it for myself, when and if I feel like it, and I write about whatever happens to be on my mind.
As my mind changes, so must this blog. My journal.
What I’m saying is, I think I’m going to get rid of some of my old posts.
I don’t log on to Facebook as much as I used to. The novelty wore off pretty quickly. I decided early on that I had no interest in hearing about what people I went to school with had for breakfast this morning, and the amount of interesting posts were depressingly slim. I do browse status updates on my feed every now and then though, and it struck me recently that more people I grew up with have children now than I initially thought. It’s… depressing.
I think what struck me is that once upon a time these very same people updated their Facebook Friends about their travels, schooling endeavors, social and working lives. They would post funny videos from YouTube, rant about why more people should play games on websites like Pocket Fruity and the merits of World of Warcraft. Now? Most of them talk about parenthood on social networks. That wouldn’t be so bad if they would talk about something else once in a while, but many don’t. It’s like they have no life outside of baby any more.
Here’s the thing. I’m not interested in hearing about how early mothers have to get up when the little person has a temperature. It’s none of my business how long it took for another parent to convince them to get dressed and head to school in the morning.And I’m certainly not interested in hearing detailed descriptions of the contents of anyone’s diapers. And I don’t think anyone is interested in long winded status updates on Facebook are nearly always young mothers detailing the exact routine they had to go through that evening to get their bundle of joy off to the land of nod for the night.
News flash: Most of the people you’ve added as friends, do not care. They don’t care about the workaholic who always complains about their boss. They care even less for the guy who uses his Facebook as a means to vent about every dark thought he’s ever had. Most are indifferent to the party people who post pictures of themselves with a beer every week in order to look like they have a social life. Hell, I’m sure that there are some people that find my own status updates uninteresting, rare as such updates are. It’s the same with mothers. We don’t care that Tiny Tim spit up on your favorite dress. So why does everyone have to hear about it EVERY SINGLE TIME?
I know what these women would probably say in answer: “You’ll understand when you become a parent yourself. That child becomes your entire world, and there’s nothing else which matters more.”
Okay, fair enough. For you. That doesn’t change the fact that I don’t need to know every intimate detail of the process. More status updates per day about kids than there are hours in the day is excessive. I’m sorry, your kid isn’t doing anything that interesting. If I posted about my dog like that, my friends would stage an intervention. The only time that I make several status updates within a few hours was recently, when there was a wildfire destroying nearby homes and I was sharing evacuation info from the local news site. If you’re going to post about one thing and one thing only and do so frequently in short periods of time, make it something important.
People who constantly post about their kids and nothing else on FaceBook get deleted from my friends list. I just do not enjoy scrolling past their rant about diapers, and whatnot. I don’t think that doing so is rude. Sure, I could just use the ever-popular unbaby.me app (which replaces pictures of babies with cats but also occasionally has weird effects,) I can just close the window and open another for a Pocket Fruity game or a cat video (yay, cats.) But I figure that if I’m going to avoiding certain people’s posts anyway, I don’t see much sense in keeping them on my feed.
Anyway I guess what I’m wondering is: Why the essays? I know kids are important to their families, but Why tell everyone about single little thing? Why not just save the status updates for funny things or major accomplishments? Not the mundane.