A FACEBOOK ALTERNATIVE

A friend of mine sent this to me, and I thought it was so funny I wanted to share it with you. It showed no author attribution. If you know who wrote this, please let me know in the Comments section so I may give credit to this witty author. I have added a lot of my own material, but the credit for coming up with the premise of the piece belongs to someone else. By the way, to the best of my knowledge he or she did not post this on Facebook.

 

You may remember that initially Facebook was available only to college students. At some point it was opened to the general public and almost immediately lost its cachet among those initial users.

 

It also lost much of its utility. Now parents could see or read what you were thinking, what you were doing, where you were doing it and with whom. It was no longer a safe space where kids could complain about their parents. They could spy on you and ask you even more intrusive questions than they already did. Full disclosure: There is an option to make a Facebook page private, but that would only result in more questions: “What are you doing that you don’t want me to know about?” “What are you hiding from me?”

 

In response, other platforms soon developed, such as one where you send a select group of people a photo that disappears after ten seconds. I don’t know too many adults who use this tool, or even understand the concept of giving someone a time limit for looking at a picture.

 

Not everyone from our generation jumped on the Facebook wagon. Many cannot comprehend why Facebook even exists. What did it do for you that couldn’t be accomplished face to face? I thought it would be fun to experiment using Facebook’s methods to make friends and disseminate information but in person, rather than through electronic media. Here is a chronicle of how that turned out.

 

Every day I walk down the street and tell passersby what I have eaten, how I feel at the moment, what I have done the night before, what the weather forecast is, and where I am going either today or sometime in the future. I share with them inspirational sayings (often accompanied by cards bearing drawings of hearts and kittens), my political views, unsolicited advice, news about the Kardashians and Taylor Swift, and even my musings about the purpose of life. I extend holiday greetings “to all who celebrate.” If people don’t notice me approaching, I get to listen in on their conversations.

 

It’s not just a one-way street where I do all the talking. The people I meet fill me in on important information, such as rumors about members of their high school graduating class. Later the information may prove to be false but hey, so what? Nostalgia is a popular topic, such as asking who remembers the bowling alley that is now a CVS. Many feel it is important to say RIP in honor of the latest celebrity who has died, expressing as much grief as if they actually knew the person.

 

I encourage people to vent about anything that is on their minds. The larger the group of people, the more entertaining these sessions become. Some enjoy debating political issues, such as what they think of DACA or gun control or throwing paper towels at people who are homeless due to a hurricane. I also hear many sports-related debates, such as, “Is LeBron James as good a player as Michael Jordan was?”, or “How can Tom Brady be a better athlete at age 40 than he was at age 30?”

 

Sadly, it is not unusual for these discussions to morph into nasty arguments involving name calling and personal insults (at times including cutting remarks about someone’s mother). But no big deal; it’s all in good fun to call someone who doesn’t agree with you a moron, isn’t it? When these disagreements turn physical, I have to chalk up a point in favor of electronic Facebook.

 

At times, someone will assign me a task, accompanied by a directive to ask others to participate. They tell me that if I don’t comply (1) I am not a true friend and/or have my head in the sand regarding important social issues, or (2) some catastrophic misfortune will befall me. No one’s going to tell me what to do, though, so I mumble something noncommittal and sidle away as surreptitiously as possible.

 

A particularly appealing feature of Facebook is the ability to post photos or videos. To simulate this feature in my Facebook alternate universe, I always walk around carrying a stack of photos. I may start with photos of plates of food, and groups of smiling people sitting around those plates of food. I frequently show them pictures of my dog because who wouldn’t be interested in that?

 

I have lots of family photos, such as the four of us posing in front of Old Faithful, one kid with his back turned toward the camera because he didn’t want his “stupid picture taken next to some lame water fountain.”  My older son recently got married, so I have about 20 photos from the wedding that I like to show. I have noticed from time to time members of my “audience” trying to hide or stifle a yawn. But they must just be tired. After all, they expect me to look at similar photos of their friends and families. I don’t think they would do that if they didn’t enjoy reciprocating.

 

On Thursdays, I carry old photos with me. When I show someone one of these photos, I yell, “Hashtag TBT!” which stands for Throw Back Thursday. I may show them one of me at a ballet recital in a tutu, in an awkward, decidedly ungraceful pose that makes no one wonder why I didn’t become a ballerina. There are photos of my kids from the 1980s. They are wearing braces, large glasses, and sweat suits in garish colors that feature decals of Sonic the Hedgehog.

 

On average I speak to around 20 new people on every simulated Facebook outing. According to commonly accepted Facebook conventions, these people may now be my friends, even if our interaction was brief, or they told me to, “Get the hell out of here.” I currently am up to 357 of these new dear friends. I just have to go through one additional step—the friend request. The friend request is exactly what it says it is—you have to ask a person if you may be their friend. This is where electronic Facebook has it all over real world Facebook.

 

This process has high humiliation potential. No one ever says no outright. They just don’t answer, and extricate themselves from the situation, such as turning their backs to you or walking away. But the message is clear, and when it happens to me I feel crappy about it. If I were alone at my computer, it wouldn’t be quite as bad. Being rejected in front of a group of people? Not so much fun.

 

If the person accepts your friend request—with a handshake or a hug–you are now one of their confidantes, even if the two of you met just ten minutes ago. Again, electronic Facebook has the advantage over real world Facebook. Who wants a hug from some stranger? Oops, ignore that last sentence. What I meant to say was, “Who wouldn’t want a hug from a friend?”

 

Facebook users often point to the number of people following them as a metric for—well, I’m not really sure what they are measuring. I do know the goal is to amass as many followers as possible. (This also applies to friends.) I am able to report that I already have four people following me. I have noticed the same two police officers hanging around places I frequent. There’s also some guy who I guess thinks he’s incognito, but who keeps talking into his lapel. And several times I have come home to find my psychiatrist parked in my driveway. I didn’t think doctors made house calls anymore.