Obsession (not the perfume, no near nude photos)

So I've become obsessed with this notion of performance. Funny I should question it here for all to read. . . but it was inspired in part by facebook. The amount of ink already spilled on this subject is immense but I thought I'd throw my two cents in anyway.

Disclaimer: Asking questions. Not espousing truth or claiming to have figured it all out. Asking questions only. Don't get all bunched up.

Are we deluding ourselves if we think that our presence and participation on social media sites isn't changing the way that we live?

How can the immediate audience of hundreds or even (gasp) thousands not change the way that we interact with the flesh and bloods beside us?

Does our writing of our realities change with the incessant request for feedback from our audience? Do I understand my hair in the wind differently today because it might make an interesting post? Someone might like it. Someone might see me. Have I lost the simple beauty of my experience because I am always evaluating how it will play to my fb audience? Or does it somehow become more beautiful when shared with so many others?

How do different personalities negotiate this performance differently? Consciously or unconsciously?

None of this is to suggest that facebook or other social media sites cannot or are not useful tools and great opportunities for connection and relationship. I believe they can be. I also believe though that we may be naive if we do not acknowledge the power that they have in altering our relationships with those in our actual lives.

Do we live a separate, virtual life? To what extent do we write ourselves as characters, claiming authenticity and genuine concern for others when really we seek attention and approval?

Do we invest emotional energy in so many others that we have less for those in immediate contact physical with us? Are we able to escape, even if unintentionally and momentarily, from our everyday interactions because we can access hundreds of other, more interesting moments with the touch of a button? Can the buzz of a phone indicating that someone else, or dozens of someone else's are vying for our attention, pull us away from whatever eye contact and conversation we may have had? With what effect?

Maybe it is the things that we choose not to post to fb that tell our stories. Maybe it is only my own insecurities and fears that drive this suspicion and questioning. Maybe I would have condemned the first television, saying that it would lead to the demise of the family. And maybe, I wouldn't have been as crazy I seemed. We create powerful tools and then deny their immense power in our lives.

Disclaimer negated. I ended up on a soapbox anyway. Questioned myself clear into an opinion. (For today anyway).

This is obviously a departure from the kinds of things I usually post here. And maybe that is a perfect example of how I create the version of me, of my family, that I want you all to see. When my kids are blowing up a Peep (Easter marshmallow)in the microwave - I miss it because I'm trying to take a picture to put on the blog. My presence here infects my interactions out there in the real world.

I don't usually write anything here that requires commitment on my part - I keep my opinions and platforms to myself. Which, arguably, makes for a friendlier blog. But in my fear of not being adored, I don't share all of me or, maybe, even the real me. I play to my perceived audience. I keep it light and quirky. I may be the perfect example of what I suspect exists elsewhere. Either that or I am so riddled with self-doubt and a desire for approval that I've created a narrative here that exists only in me, one that could only be shared by those who care what other people think.

But would you dare suggest that that isn't the vast majority of us humans?

Bear with me. Recognize the absurdity of playing this out in front of all of you (aka my psychosis).

I'll be in the bomb shelter waiting for the Cold War to end if you need me.