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Dec. 19th, 2014 12:54 pmCurating your presence
I was thinking about this in scattershot kind of way this morning. Brought about by a couple of things
Noticing that someone on FB had removed me from all their filters, and presumably unfollowed me.
Discovering one half of a couple I think are ubercool and wish I could be more like, thinks I’m rather shallow.
Now I have no idea what in particular I’ve done to have this happen. Outwardly I just take it on the chin and say I was being myself and can’t be much more than that. To some extent it doesn’t matter. I can’t really change it now and I’m not close enough to either of them to feel comfortable getting into the ins and outs of it, in a particularly heavy manner. The people on the outskirts of your life don’t actually owe a deep and meaningful. A deep and meaningful pulls them closer into your life, and sometimes that’s a crowded place already.
But actually I am disappointed in myself, these are people I see on line and very occasionally in public, to what extent was I being me?
What they’ve actually seen is me posting random thoughts when I have nothing better to do, (i.e. on the bus) 20 times a day. It gives people an insight into my psyche when I’m bored and have access to a keyboard. Is this shallow 20 sec glimpse into a flash of emotion or inanity, actually me?
Alternatively drunk and hyper at a party, or slightly fried from over socialisation, or having a brain dump on LJ cause I’m upset and flailing isn’t all of me either
So yes was I being me, but I wasn’t being all of me.
It’s not like I haven’t judged people for the similar petty crime of seeing a limited version of themselves or where their interactions with people closer to me, have left me disappointed in them or when I’ve known half the story and not actively applied enough empathy to make more than a half baked judgement. How much of them to I actually see, or actually know?
Hence my contemplation of curation, the selection and interpretation of information to the public.
Now don’t get me wrong, I know curation is a massively loaded activity. Presentation of objects outside of their original framework, says as much if not more about the people doing the presenting as it does about the objects/information.
But, I think the idea of editing out the dross and adding in some of the deeper stuff, would help people interpret me better, and force me to not just skim through the world on shared links. FB’s algorithms and people I like, already leaves me in a bubble.
This isn’t to say I want to start only sharing what’s politically important to me, I’m not using social media as an activist scrapbook. That’s actually just as boring in its own way as what I mainly post.
So ...
Knitting interests me, I started blogging (and stopped)
I’m getting interested in photography.
I like talking to Alan about the world and what happens in it
I like hanging out with Phil and doing stuff
I have friends I value
I need to judge less
I care about more than my job, my dinner and judging others
These are probably things I need to more accurately reflect on social media, and take the time to give them a bit of depth.
I have occasionally tried to be better about this, I manage a few weeks and then lapse. I doubt I’ll do better this time, so I’ll just keep judged on my online persona on the chin. I’m human, they are human. I don’t hate them for it, I am aware that they had reasons, but I will disappointed that I was the one who gave those reasons, however unintentionally.
I was thinking about this in scattershot kind of way this morning. Brought about by a couple of things
Noticing that someone on FB had removed me from all their filters, and presumably unfollowed me.
Discovering one half of a couple I think are ubercool and wish I could be more like, thinks I’m rather shallow.
Now I have no idea what in particular I’ve done to have this happen. Outwardly I just take it on the chin and say I was being myself and can’t be much more than that. To some extent it doesn’t matter. I can’t really change it now and I’m not close enough to either of them to feel comfortable getting into the ins and outs of it, in a particularly heavy manner. The people on the outskirts of your life don’t actually owe a deep and meaningful. A deep and meaningful pulls them closer into your life, and sometimes that’s a crowded place already.
But actually I am disappointed in myself, these are people I see on line and very occasionally in public, to what extent was I being me?
What they’ve actually seen is me posting random thoughts when I have nothing better to do, (i.e. on the bus) 20 times a day. It gives people an insight into my psyche when I’m bored and have access to a keyboard. Is this shallow 20 sec glimpse into a flash of emotion or inanity, actually me?
Alternatively drunk and hyper at a party, or slightly fried from over socialisation, or having a brain dump on LJ cause I’m upset and flailing isn’t all of me either
So yes was I being me, but I wasn’t being all of me.
It’s not like I haven’t judged people for the similar petty crime of seeing a limited version of themselves or where their interactions with people closer to me, have left me disappointed in them or when I’ve known half the story and not actively applied enough empathy to make more than a half baked judgement. How much of them to I actually see, or actually know?
Hence my contemplation of curation, the selection and interpretation of information to the public.
Now don’t get me wrong, I know curation is a massively loaded activity. Presentation of objects outside of their original framework, says as much if not more about the people doing the presenting as it does about the objects/information.
But, I think the idea of editing out the dross and adding in some of the deeper stuff, would help people interpret me better, and force me to not just skim through the world on shared links. FB’s algorithms and people I like, already leaves me in a bubble.
This isn’t to say I want to start only sharing what’s politically important to me, I’m not using social media as an activist scrapbook. That’s actually just as boring in its own way as what I mainly post.
So ...
Knitting interests me, I started blogging (and stopped)
I’m getting interested in photography.
I like talking to Alan about the world and what happens in it
I like hanging out with Phil and doing stuff
I have friends I value
I need to judge less
I care about more than my job, my dinner and judging others
These are probably things I need to more accurately reflect on social media, and take the time to give them a bit of depth.
I have occasionally tried to be better about this, I manage a few weeks and then lapse. I doubt I’ll do better this time, so I’ll just keep judged on my online persona on the chin. I’m human, they are human. I don’t hate them for it, I am aware that they had reasons, but I will disappointed that I was the one who gave those reasons, however unintentionally.
