Facebook really deserves its name.
It really is about face, isn’t it?
That age old Chinese metaphor about ‘not losing face’ in the ‘face’ of embarassment and tragedy.
To me, I found it quite amusing how a lot of my friends in the local media industry on the social networking site have status posts or updates that show me how happy a lark they are about their lives.
Videos and photo montages of their exotic documentary travels, fun-times after work with the same faces and the same drinks, gregarious laughs from people trying to fit in and show that every statement is funny and of course, status posts from quite a few stating how beautiful life is for them despite the gruelling long hours, weekend work and tiresome, demanding bosses.
Of course, I’m not envious of their happy Brady Bunch lives if that’s what they choose to project to the Facebook world, but I do think that many are in some warped shallow world of denial?
It all comes across like a Tuesday must-see TV ad.
Or maybe I’m some depressed Freudian chick, bitter and wrinkled like a crunched up paper bag who is also probably making all this ‘let’s get real and intellectual with depth’ shite up.
Shakespeare did say in Macbeth (o, sorry, the Scottish play) that “Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
A fucking killer line by any standards even till today as it alludes strongly to Life’s illusions and delusions.
Delusions we all seems to have around Facebook’s indemnified promise of ultra cyber popularity and happiness.
O boy! Can someone kick out the blues bitch out today please?