People are whores. I don’t mean prostitutes in the traditional sense. And I don’t mean all people of course. And I don’t say this in anger, it’s just a fact- whores! Social media and the internet remind me every day. On Facebook and Twitter and even the blogosphere it seems many good folks have a relentless need to market and advertise to me and show me their face and invite me to things to further feather their nests. Like I’m a hunk of meat, just sittin here. I feel violated now that I think about it! How much validation does a person need? It really amazes me and is quite confounding.
I’m not clicking anywhere I don’t want to and I’m not buying anything either!
But what’s it all about? Writers want me to read them and like their pages and buy their books and aren’t shy in reminding me constantly. I have a handful of virtual relationships where that’s the dynamic- me being part of their target market. Otherwise I never hear a peep from them. I don’t have any problem supporting anyone who’s working hard for success of course, but most of these people don’t reciprocate in any way. Why would I have any interest in someone’s book or page when they’ve never paid me any mind? Do they expect me out of the goodness of my own heart to pay them mind? Or do they think I’m a sucker? Or just have the time? I mean if they were involved in my writing or my life in any way it’d be different.
But they’re not.
It’s modern-day narcissism run rampant and really a bit impolite. There’s a certain amount of self-aggrandizement and puffery with folks nowadays that I just find distasteful. It’s not only social media of course it’s everywhere. These folks are on the school board and in church and the grocery stores and certainly in politics. Just ask Mitt Romney. They’re not to be fended off! People want to get up in front of everyone and seem to have an awful lot to say.
Stop sellin me would ya? That’s not why I came to the party!
Well anyway, not a charming quality. And there is something to be said for a sense of decorum and respect, don’t you think? At least that’s how I see it. When I was younger I was louder, and definitely a more aggressive and high-profile kind of person. I thought this was virtuous. But it didn’t get me that far really. Nothing too long-lasting. As I’ve gotten older and hopefully wiser I’ve discovered there’s an art to being low-key and unassuming and steady and with humility. I’m here for you if you need me sort of thing. You know where to find me is the rule. And for me that applies to social media too. I’m a hard-working writer and write daily and my work can be found if one wants to read it (believe me). And writing is the loneliest kind of existence no doubt. Of course I like to share my work and do post it where it’s visible. And I’m very consistent. And methodical. Take it or leave it. Sometimes if I’m in a funny little mood I may tag a bunch of folks, just for the hell of it. But rarely. I’m not gonna clamor for any more attention than anyone will pay of their own volition.
I’m here if you need me.
A blogger friend of mind recently talked about “Serial Likers” and I’ve adopted the phrase, you know, in my mind. These are the bloggers who Like what you post but never have a comment or thought. Who are they? Sometimes they click Like so fast it’s not possible they’ve actually read anything. What’s the impetus behind this? And why me? Do I now have an obligation to start Liking on you regularly? What are you in this for? Is this a prompt to go to your page? If you want me to read you and be a participant in your effort and you have this burning desire for me to get to know you, you’re going to have to put a different kind of effort in. If you want to truly engage I’ll be there. I do appreciate to no end the consistent group of folks that have been here for me and you know who you are. There’s no doubt that I’m a lucky man and it’s just icing on the cake that I genuinely love a lot of your work. I’m gratified and encouraged. But when it comes to me clicking the Like button, I’ll do it when I read or see something I actually like, and I’ll say something too, well at least ninety-five percent of the time. If you’ve read this far hopefully it’s because you enjoy it, not because you’re looking for exposure. My time is valuable and so is yours.
So yeh. PHEW!
Okay so yeh, that’s the rant and now I’m exhausted here and it’s still dark outside. I’m laughing at me already, which is funny in and of itself. Good to get things off the chest, right? Besides, I’m sitting here aimlessly at the moment, so why not indulge?
Apparently you’ve got time.
Oh, Shana Tova. That’s Happy New Year in Hebrew. Tonight at sundown starts Rosh Hashanah which is nice, so it’s time for a big shout out. And eat apples and honey for a sweet New Year. I always thought that was a nice sentiment, and also think it’s cool that part of the holiday is to commemorate the anniversary of the creation of Adam and Eve. Did you know that? Well, I think it’s interesting to know. And you’re welcome. One good thing about my being here if you need me are ongoing tidbits of useless but curious information. And with Rosh Hashanah comes the reminder that it’s Fall, literally with yesterday’s Equinox, and obviously with this morning’s chill in the air. It’s a bit nippy! My thoughts have drifted to building fires and gettin snuggly and hot soup and bone boiling. It’ll still take me a couple of months to actually realize it’s not summer anymore. It’s a combination of denial and just, I don’t know, being an airhead? I’m not a big fan of winter or the cold and dark months, so that’s probably what it really is: I’m in denial simply as a coping mechanism.
It’s Sunday morning at 4:30AM and it’s going to be a sunny and brisk day and I’m looking forward to it. I have my strong, strong coffee here and plans to clean myself up and get to church later which is always cool. It’s my day to see “the people”. Then it’ll be the start of another busy week.
I hope you have a good one and please make sure to Like this post and for more go to http://www.petearmetta.com or find me on Facebook or follow me on Twitter or Google or Youtube.