I have several social media accounts: I Tweet, I Snap, and more.
Lately I’ve tired of the whole thing.
It’s not the funny cat pictures or the posts that go “I know 90% of my friends won’t repost this….”
Today it was the little dictators who mediate a local history page.
It’s all too impersonally personal.
I like a good row and have stood toe to toe with some real nasties in my time.
However, standing toe to toe isn’t what you get on here is it? This internet thing is anonymous so you can be unreasonable as you like. You can be bold with your keyboard.
Look me in the eye. Talk to me and see how you get on.
Our society is slipping into a faceless place where sharp words have no repercussions.
Apparently youngsters (6 out of 10 12-17 year olds – Kings College) feel lonely.
My teen years were spent doing paper rounds, mixing with local kids in Melbourne, and later snogging and drinking. I cut my social teeth on casual acquaintances sorting the potential pal from the potential beating.
Eye contact, voice intonation, body language, facial tics – all of these were part of my armoury before I even knew they existed. College just put names to things I knew, but they were already there.
The culture of Social Friends, a misnomer if ever there was one, is crippling our youth. At 12 I had no idea how to make friends, I just did it. Popular kids were a mystery to me: they moved through the yard like magicians gathering folk as they went. Sociability was part of our bones, not something we picked the bones of.
Oh you’ll like this! I read that kids are developing “horns”, actually bony spurs under the base of their skull at the top of their neck because of the strain of bowing their heads – the body compensates by calcifying the tendons apparently. This link is the Mirrors version but it first appeared in the Washington Post.
Conversation is key.
SM lures us into saying too much. I haven’t got the words nor the interest nor the subject matter to talk to you all day.
But they do.
The incessant thumb-chatter all about nothing so that when they start to use their lips and voice to talk, it comes out as prattle. They witter on in tiny boring detail about something that made them laugh.
Ask them to sit, as my wife and I do, and say nothing for hours other than “cuppa?” and They just can’t do it.
Listening skills are waning too to the point where I refuse to repeat myself anymore. Everything I say is met with a “padn” because they lack the skill to actually hear my words.
General knowledge is seen as a modern wonder now. Anything I come up with which is seen as obscure is met with “didja Google it?”
Retention of facts is declining as our youngsters drift into an Orwellian future where information is in their palm, “friendship” is at their thumb tip and emotional growth through social interaction is a thing of the past…..
Oh, hang on, we’re already there ……..