Two days ago I learned that my friend has a problem with her coworker. Apparently, she’s the one who does her coworker’s job. The disturbing part is not that she has a problem; it’s how I learned it – Twitter.
There is definitely something to be said about updating your knowledge about someone else’s life from simply reading a timeline. If you’re simply curious, it’s as easy as looking up someone on their Facebook account. If you’re as socially awkward like me, that’s bad news: less small talks topic. Nowadays, to knowing someone’s moment to moment emotion are very easy. No noise is necessary, as long as there’s internet connection, you’re on.
It’s amazing how living has changed. The nerd in me can’t help but wonder how historical research will be conducted in 50 or so years from now. Gone are merely articles, interviews from being an accurate source of day to day information. The importance of a personal diary as a primary source would be kicked by what is probably the new personal emotion expression means: social media. 50 years from now, biographical research would probably mean browsing through someone’s Facebook page, or Twitter.
I don’t suggest that this is the only way, since we can sincerely lay hope to individuals who have less destructive ways to reconstruct life or express emotions. But there’s something really unsettling in knowing about someone’s life from a rambling either probably intended as a sounding board or soways to reconstruct life or express emotions. But there’s something really unsettling in knowing about someone’s life from a rambling either probably intended as a voice to a sounding board or subtle insinuation to the guilty. But maybe I’m just old. And old fashioned. And nerdy. Or just socially awkward – too awkward to catch up with the new style of passive-agressive confrontation. But then again, what am I doing here except passive-agresively pouring my disapproval.