More often than I’d like, I hear complaints about Facebook status updates.
“I don’t want to know what you ate for dinner.”
“Stop telling me about your annoying boss.”
“I don’t need to know that you’ve got the flu.”
I don’t feel that way. Quite the opposite.
There’s something about the sharing that happens on Facebook, of our daily lives, in photos, in words, that’s beautiful to me, like a symphony or tapestry.
I can almost hear the music, see the interwoven threads.
Facebook is like an enormous choir, with each of us standing in our spot, singing.
From where I stand, I can hear your voice, and your voice, and your voice, setting the strands of the web vibrating with news from your corner of the world.
Keep telling me about the strange weather you’re experiencing.
Keep showing me pictures of your grandchild.
When you visit a new place, tell me what you see.
Tell me about your dreams, and your nightmares.
And yes, I’d love to know what you had for dinner.
Photo by Martin K, used under a Creative Commons attribution license.