So I had a really great conversation with a friend recently about social media…the good, the bad, the ugly, and the annoying…ok, mostly the annoying. That convo made me think about certain things in a way I hadn’t thought of them previously. It also made me want to word vomit, which is also known as blogging in my world 😜.
Here’s the deal. Social media is cray. It makes people do, say and post cray stuff. But I feel like in this day and age, everyone should have their own social media strategy. What are you trying to get out of it? Compliments? Likes? Acceptance? Sales? None of these are bad things, but I also feel like it’s important to be honest with yourself in terms of what your social media expectations are, simply so you can have a slightly realistic (if that’s even possible) perspective on this wheels-off media that is occupying so much of our time, eyeballs and energy. With that being said…I’m gonna be full-on, straight-up with y’all, just like my girl Paula taught me (if you don’t get that joke, just Google it).
I prefer to be liked, but if that means compromising what I believe, I’m out. I’m not going to pretend like I agree with you just to get a follow or a retweet or a like. However, I am trying to get better at listening to those I don’t agree with. I firmly believe that the life we have experienced shapes the life we live. We all have vastly different life experiences, so it makes perfect sense—to me at least—that those experiences would manifest themselves in different ways.
I credit my church in helping me look beyond my situation and circumstance and challenging me to get uncomfortable outside my bubble to see a picture bigger than my own. And if you’re gonna try to come at me with the whole “keep your religion to yourself” crap, take a page from Michael’s book and start with the man in the mirror (again, Google it). If you can share your disbelief, I can share my faith. Two-way street. Deal with it.
Ok, back to my social media rant.
I am a living, breathing shit show. If you follow me on social media, that is apparent. I cuss like a sailor, I call my kids assholes, I get yelled at in the carpool line. That’s me, and quite frankly I don’t have the energy to pretend otherwise. But—and this is a big but (shout out to Sir Mix-A-Lot. Once more, see the Google)—I get it if you want to clean it up a bit on social media. Also, I realize there are actually normal human beings out there who are just, well, normal. Anyhow, not me.
But before I get all high and mighty on this “I’m so real” rant…I recently changed my Twitter profile pic to an image of me in a tight red dress gazing into the eyes of a camel. This was a totally vain move on my part, and I make no apologies for it. I mean, I will never look hotter than juxtaposed next to a dirty, hairy camel. Trying to operate in full disclosure over here.
Also in full disclosure, below is perhaps the worst picture I’ve ever taken. It’s a long story. If you see me, ask me, and I’ll fill you in.
So the bottom line is…I get it. We all have different social media agendas. I guess I just wanted to share mine. And if you don’t like what I’m posting or the shit I’m selling (play mats, skin care, wine, etc.), roll your eyes and scroll on by. Just like I do with fashion and food 😁.
You do you. And I’ll do me.