On the Forensics of Facebook:

 
Here’s to Facebook as an attempt to leverage social accountability to following through on my words. Facebook is an incredible medium for opening yourself up to judgment, it’s just not a common goal many people have. I’m aiming to abandon progress, lose goals that aim towards ‘betterment,’ and work to simply be more average, more uninteresting, and more plain; this means letting go of ways to be more cool, better, vouch for respect. I want to drop things and realize that people still give a fuck, and it never mattered in the first place.
I want people to start unadding me because they find me pretentious or ridiculous; I want to lose connections because I posted this dumb stuff; I want be at the bottom of the barrel and still realize that I’m me, that I don’t give a crap and never did, only thought I did but it was wholly unnecessary and fueled by the motivations of others.
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I’ll always remember the way you lent me your tractor on Farmville, Thereal MeganFoxx. 
 
To be clear, the intention I have is not to be striving in order to have, but to give up having in order to be happier by realizing the lack of necessity or requirement of certain things. I realized you can’t realize you don’t need a relationship, or coffee, or to go out ‘once a week’ or whatever, if you keep adding new goals, such as (for me) ‘be more productive.’ Productivity comes on its own, or it does not, when you let go of the goal to go out; relationships sometimes arrive when you abandon measuring yourself by how well you’re received by hotties; you’ll sometimes do that shit anyway when you’re tired, and realize being tired is not that bad. It’s a part of being. I drink coffee to abandon the feeling of feeling tired, though partly because coffee tastes like the fucking bees tits; it’s only by letting go of my current buzz, and no other way, will I actually experience somnolence, feel it’s actually pretty damn chill, and not have to drink coffee anymore: It becomes an option for me.
 
I think that through experiencing the negative, can then see it is not so negative, and one slowly regains the whole pie of things. The only way to be comfortable with myself is to walk in to Starbucks with cream all over my acne, and realize the barista could give less of a fuck. I get fat, and realize that my friends still love me; I stop trying to text well, and people still hit me up; I overcharge my debit card, and my parents… are royally pissed off, but the point is clear.
 
The conditionally ideal thing using Facebook, if I were to try to be better at the Facebook game, the kind of model I would try to adhere to would be this: to be more succinct yet also humorous. To replicate the ‘coolness’ that I see people with many likes replicate. To feel happy when I see I have more likes (something invented by Facebook, and which I peg my emotions to). I would try to infuse pop culture references, Drake lyrics or whatever, in the captions, but keep them kinda lowest common denominator-y rather than what I originally would’ve put, so I can appeal to more people.
 
When people do that stuff, when we start attempting to reconcile effort with the right amount of authenticity, what that work is is as a belief that our authenticity isn’t already cool alone; that our natural default response isn’t better than memes about cryptocurrencies and president-bashing (allowances for Melania Trump).
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I actually love my husband. Americans can be so judgmental. 
 
Although Facebook is dying, we’re nevertheless, consistently choosing between the conditioned Facebook response, and our own natural inborn, thoughtless response.
Playing out in social arenas, between the conditioned conversational topic when asked about one’s day, to feign the modicum of busy-ness, or one’s priormost, inborn response. Buying pizza, between the default status quo ‘buying pizza conversation,’ and your response prior to that. Between the caption that works, and the text you want to accompany your picture. Between the cute sneeze you have, and your natural sneeze. between your good blouse or jacket, and your actual style? The question is finding out, which one truly works better?

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