I am endlessly fascinated by what people decide to post on Facebook, and even more enthralled why. One woman reports about her plane being delayed out of Chicago and another tells us where she dined that evening and what she consumed. We even get to see a photo of her, her husband and a couple of unsmiling relatives seated in front of their half-eaten dinners.
Babies and grandbabies are popular subjects.
Cats and dogs are insanely popular.
Homemade cupcakes and other assorted snacks rank right up there.
Self-congratulatory posts abound. Patting oneself on the back for everything from attending a conference to speaking at one, and from exercising to eating healthily. Someone even congratulated herself for blow-drying her hair straight, for the first time after four years. Another showed off her pregnant belly as if she were the first woman ever to give birth. And yay for the woman who told us that she was able to send something from her mobile device to be printed by her office printer. Now that was a bit of utterly fascinating information!
Kids’ sports achievements get their share of attention.
And who can ignore the stupefying number of vacation posts and photos from around the world?
One young woman I know, a graduate of an Ivy League university, astonishingly posts non-stop drivel about her life on Facebook, including the garbage she discovered on the floor of her car (left by one of her kids). She used to be interesting.
I know. I know. I don’t have to read all this stuff, but I can’t help myself. It’s riveting to learn what goes through our minds. We used to keep most of it to ourselves. Now that we have the means to let it all out, there’s no holding us back.