I had the most wonderful interaction this morning on my run. It was both a boost to my ego and my spirit all at once. I stopped for a few seconds to say “hi” to a basset hound that was waddling up to me and it’s owner, an older gentleman I have nodded at when we pass each  other, wanted to tell me something. He said, “I have to tell you, you are really looking great. I’ve watched you running by me for the past year and I’ve noticed that you are really shaping up. Good job!.” I was delighted that this stranger would take a moment to give me kudos! It really brightened my morning.

It also reminded me of a train of thought I often have while running.

For years I have been an early morning runner and, no matter where I’ve lived, I always run into the same people in the mornings when I run. We usually nod and smile and say “good morning” as we pass each other and that’s it.  I often wonder about these little interactions – these little tiny bonds that form with these strangers that share the same time and space with me three times a week. It’s hard to intellectualize because it seems like it happens on a level that is more intuitive. But, indeed, a kind of bond is being formed with these people.

It was nice to be reminded of this today, and to be encouraged by a so-called stranger.

Thoughts and Opinions

Thoughts on Facebook

Thoughts and Opinions

It seems like every few months I go through a period of time where I want to cut myself from the tether that is  Facebook.  Today is one of those days. I have a love/hate relationship with the social media website. Well, love might be too strong a word. Maybe it’s more like tolerate/hate. On the one hand, I really like how it connects us to each other. I love some of the conversations I have had on there. I love that I can connect with my nieces and nephews and brothers and sister and friends and acquaintances.  I love connecting and interacting with people.

However, lately I have logged onto Facebook and have felt bad after my session. Why is this? I guess, if I were being honest with myself, I would say that this is probably some kind of reflection of myself. Facebook is just a website. It can’t make me feel bad. It’s an inanimate object. I determine my feelings.

This is a nice thought.  However, I can’t deny the feelings I get sometimes when I log on. I am not alone, according to a Stanford study.

How does Facebook make me feel? Inadequate. Invisible. These feelings cause me to overcompensate by feeling the need to overshare. Then I look at this reflection of myself  and I dislike it very much. Self-loathing.

I don’t like the facade, the fake person, we create in order to look good to others. I wonder if this is just human nature but in real life it is easier for us to see through because there is body language and other, non-verbal ways of communication. It’s just easier to see through all of it in person.

I kind of want to just let it all hang out on Facebook. Instead of writing about all of the awesome things I am doing I want to post every mundane, boring thing I do. I want to talk about how crappy my day was. I want to talk about how, instead of going running like I planned to do, I was lazy and read my book instead. I want to be the totally imperfect person that I really am. Not the fake Facebook facade that I have created.

I am trying to reconcile my feelings. I wrote most of this post yesterday when I was feeling down. Today I am feeling better. Obviously those negative feelings are there in the undercurrent and they surface on those bad days. I want to take a look at them and figure them out.

I would really like to hear your thoughts. How do you feel about Facebook?  Do you like it? Hate it? Are  you one of those who has deleted your account? If so, why? What made you cut the thread?