I take a lot of pictures. You only see a few here on the blog, but if you go over to my Instagram site you will see them. Pictures of everything. Everywhere I go. People, places, things, food. All thrown there. Some get shared on Facebook and Twitter as it only takes one click to send them to those sites. Some just reside on Instagram.
Everywhere I go, I have my iPhone and that is also my camera. I can upload a photo immediately to Facebook or Instagram, or I can edit the photo in Instagram or PhotoShop Express, an app on the phone. My friends and family all know that I will pull out my phone at any time and start taking pictures. They are all accustomed to it, knowing full well that they will probably show up on Facebook or on this blog. I’ve never had anyone say, don’t post that. Usually I hear, “when will you get that on Facebook?”
It’s fun to tag people on Facebook photos so that all of their friends and family can see the pictures, too. I’ve had one friend say it’s the only time her friends get to see her as she doesn’t post any photos of her own. One friend told me she didn’t know how to post photos so she appreciated me sharing pictures of certain events on my page so she can share with her family.
Since I am a very social animal, I like social media. I do know, though, that one can get carried away with social media and let it overrun one’s life. I try not to do that. I read an interesting post today, written by a former employee of Twitter. Ginger Riker writes about being a social media addict. I loved these questions:
I think a lot about privacy and our desire to record and share. How much sharing is good sharing? Does it make me feel more connected to people?
I like to think my sharing is good sharing. Some of you dear Readers have commented either here or on your own blog that you don’t share pictures of family and friends. Another line from Ginger Riker’s piece that resonated with me is this:
Will kids who have been recorded since birth resent the online persona their parents have given them?
I see friends on Facebook who post EVERYTHING that their child does, good and not so good. I’m not too sure about this. How will the kids feel when they are older. Those posts are out there, and unless the originator takes them down, will be for anyone to see even though the child has grown up and gone on to other things. How will this social media sharing make a difference in our kids’ lives? How will they integrate it into their life as they get older?
We’ve had an old friend join The Ladies Who Lunch with the help of social media. How did she find us? She googled my name and found my phone number and called. We talked for over an hour, catching up, and then I invited her to join our next lunch group. She did. And she joined us on the road trip. She loved it and hopes to join us again and again. But, she’s not on Facebook. She asked me to text her all of the photos, though, so she can share them with another set of friends who know many of us.
“I’m sure glad you have an online presence, Delaine, and all those Google pages so I could easily find you.”
Yes, the value of social media. It does keep us connected.