When left to my own devices I think I’m very interesting and entertaining but when I have you dear reader to consider, I get a little tense.
I should have realised that I would feel this, as there are days when I don’t post anything online because I don’t think it will be interesting or funny enough. I read the tweets of the famous and the not so famous, envy posts from friends at fascinating conferences, laugh at witticisms and puns and watch others engage in political debate. Then I read about the purchase of some new running gear or how someone is sad because their skinny soy decaf latte was not hot enough and I panic.
I don’t want to whinge online, I don’t want to post of picture of my lunch, I want other people to think I’m witty and delightful.
I envy those who post photos of the minutia of their lives, they have total confidence that someone out there will think they are interesting and want to hear how their day is going. For me if I’m going to commit something to writing it feels like it should be something worth saying or at least something worth reading.
Is there any value in posting the tiny details of your life online? Will we flick through our Facebook profiles like an old diary, being horrified at what we wrote, the clothes we wore and our trendy hair styles? Or will they just disappear off into the ether to float around the internet forever?
I’m still trying to work it out – what do you think?
Photo credit: flickr.com – Jim Linwood ‘Don’t Panic Badge’