Once again, I'm deciding to rant about Facebook due to the fact that I have just seen the 5th photo today of a girl in an over sized top on, with no pants, pulling it down to cover her lady bits. Pretty sure 14 year olds shouldn't be trying to be seductive, ah well, each to their own... anyway.
Facebook. The social networking phenomenon we all strive to
use until we become hopelessly addicted to the adolescent world, that is our
new social understanding. A way to share a virtual timeline of our lives to
ensure our friends that we’re having fun, the past is in fact relevant and of
course that no birthday is ever forgotten. It’s truly remarkable isn’t it? Or
at least it used to be…
Filled with the youth of today’s naïve and unmindful
thoughts and opinions, Facebook has now created an unnecessary void that is
filled by attention craving teenagers who feel the only way they will get
noticed, is through parading their best duck impressions in an attempt to
become beautiful or planking their way through the day to show how creative and
innovatively cool they are.
Couch potatoes are now the ones who define what has become
the perception we see as social life. It takes seconds to switch from profile
to profile amongst the hundreds of Facebook friends consisting of people we’ve never met, haven’t spoken to in
years and don’t really like but keep on the list of ‘friends’ to prevent
unwanted predicaments.
Friends have rapidly deteriorated into merely acquaintances,
with the entrepreneurial idealisation of becoming Facebook famous has taken
over the requirement of being loved by those close to you, as emotionless love
is sufficed by abundant amounts of strangers that can now subscribe to your
life if their friend request is not accepted.
I however, refuse to participate in the gathering of
‘adoring’ minions, whose only purposes are to fulfil the needs of the needy
little boys and girls, that cannot physically survive without someone telling
them the edited photo they pre-brightened, to hide blemishes and unwanted features they uploaded the other day,
is excruciatingly beautiful and they would sacrifice their lives to look that
way.
Social media, like television and magazines are now the
minority that contributes to the ideal image of perfection that we youngsters
thrive for, as we no longer base our thoughts on professionally airbrushed
photos and made up statistics, but on how many likes each boy and girl has on
their Facebook photos of themselves. These are real people we know, they exist
and they’re showing us their preferences on their perfect image, these ideas
rub off on us and become more contagious than influenza.
Why is it that I, amongst many others continuously concede
the truism that is that I, myself, alongside 1.01 billion other people, am
addicted to Facebook? Despite the rash that takes over my body from the
irritation that is the Facebook fanatic swarm of teenagers, I keep scrolling
along down the homepage in hope that I will make something decent of my time
wasted on Facebook.
Is this just another typical teenage phase that we teenagers
are striving through? Or will the never ending flow of photos and friend
requests take away our uniqueness until we become so mind-numbingly boring that
our social life becomes non-existent?
Maybe it’s time to take a step back and live without a
timeline that determines who we are, our level of popularity and our
capabilities. Discovering that’s there’s a world beyond Facebook can restore
our faith in a realistic friend count, an accurate image of beauty and judging
on who a person is rather than how they look in a photo.
I know this may not make much sense, but I sure as hell feel a lot better! ah, bisto.
