walkitout (walkitout) wrote,

In This One Thing, I Mistakenly Thought I Was Being Normal

I was explaining to my friend M., who is not on FB (does not have a cell, even -- retro! but super cool), why I love FB. I love FB because I _love_ getting to see normal moments in the lives of the people I love, but who I don't get to see nearly often enough. I love seeing the sick kid snot bubble photos. I love seeing the dorky pet photos -- when I know at least the pet owner, and preferably the pet. Pet doesn't need to be clever or funny. Just being there is all I'm interested in. I don't care about seeing my friends on the Eiffel Tower; I love seeing pictures of them hanging out at Green Lake with their fam. Mundane moments. The relentlessly everyday-ness, that I don't get to see.

I figured, this is what FB is for! It's what everyone does. Right? So then someone posts a link to ApplyMagicSauce, which will look at your FB digital footprint, compare it to its database of FB likes profiles and guess who you were. My husband and friends were having fun laughing at how wrong it was: wrong age, wrong gender, wildly wrong politics, you name it.

ApplyMagicSauce wouldn't even try to guess, because while I "like" stuff every day on FB, it's not viral stuff, it's not bands or books or movies or games or wildly funny pet videos or political articles or op-ed links or those things that graphically represent statistics (and get them totally wrong, usually) or comics or anything even remotely meme-like.

This _one time_, I thought I was being relentlessly normal.

Shows what I know.

I'm not going to change tho, because there's is just nothing in life that makes me as happy as looking at my news feed and seeing an appalling joke about Nyquil from my friend J., a picture of my 1st cousin 2x removed H., who I've now been watching progress from being a bump in my 1st cousin 1x removed L.'s lovely body to being a vivacious young lady with excellent taste in shoes, pictures of warm weather in Seattle -- warm enough to be eating out on the deck -- and cold weather in New Hampshire, home renovations in England at another cousin's house, a post about my friend K.'s most recent run, updates on the education of numerous young people of various ages and, almost every day, someone's birthday. Sometimes people die, and sometimes people are remembering those who are no longer with them, but there is a beauty in the dailiness that FB captures better than anything other than actually living in a house with other people.

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