I was recently chatting with a couple of friends about social networking and the narcissism that often comes along with it. It might very well be unintentional, but it’s there.
Every time that you hit ‘share’ or ‘tweet’ or ‘publish’, you’re assuming that your friends and/or followers care to hear about your fabulous new nail polish, your latest #fail or your son’s constipation.
Did I say “you”…? Because really, I’m talking about myself. Again. See what I mean?
So I say to my husband “Sometimes I just sorta want to be done with Twitter/Facebook/blogging for forever. Not because I don’t enjoy posting the heck out of things and chatting with my peoples, but because it all seems so narcissistic. I mean, who even cares what I have to say? Other than me, of course.”
And to that he replied “Yea, people’s status updates and stuff can get pretty boring. I don’t think I’ve ever randomly fallen asleep, but I know what you mean.”
Now, if I could stop laughing, I would tell him that he might be thinking of narcolepsy rather than narcissism.
But I just cannot stop laughing.
Oh, and narcissistic or not, I’m still here. So, make of that what you will.