Why do we pursue popularity in social networks
Text: Sasha Brooke
I would like to ask, do you feel how social networks wash important particles of information out of consciousness? Like green tea, if it is drunk without milk, calcium is removed from the body. But, on the one hand, it sounds too pathetic, but on the other - in my heart I am sure that in fact everything has been much worse for a long time. So: do you feel the information noiseinsteadbrain? I am, yes, and digital filings have long been not only in my head: it often seems that to a much greater degree they replaced the consciousness of the people around. Men, for example, are calling less and less often, they are sorely disreputable, but only tweet, tweet and tweet.
Today it is fashionable to say that the value of popularity in social networks is that in a critical situation they will save you. This is partly true. But, first of all, if you are Roma Acorn, it is likely that they will get you on social networks. Secondly, isn't it too much time to spend on solving a problem that may never arise? With the same perseverance, you can wear a hard hat all your life, fearing the fall of the notorious brick.
Social networks are a must for a number of professions, it is like smiling when meeting or writing the name of a person with a capital letter. Social networks are a demonstration of a certain degree of trust, a receipt in the purity of intentions, attribution of oneself to a certain circle. Ultimately, social networks are proof of their own existence: I write thoughts on Facebook, which means I exist. I check in - which means I travel. I photograph food on Instagram - which means I eat.
Among other things, it is in social networks surrounding people assess whether you can draw attention to yourself. Sometimes it seems to me that men test women like this: "If she is not able to gather around herself a small sect on Twitter, what will she be interested in for the rest of her life?" There is an obvious statistical dependence: the more often and more interestingly you talk about yourself in social networks, the higher the likelihood of getting from a nice man (or at least from someone else) something curious in a personal. In some cases, he even wants to drink wine together to discuss your last Facebook post. Bingo damn it. At the same time, in order not to be “washed out” by information flows from the consciousness of another person, it is necessary to regularly maintain a public interest in yourself, as media characters do, otherwise you will simply be forgotten. You - really - just forget.
Feeling like a laboratory rat, I began to press the share button several times more often and, in general, I did not lose. But still sometimes I get tired of all this running around, temporarily stop writing about gays and likes, and along with my SMM silence, my SMM friends also fall silent. At this moment, my distemper flows offline, but it’s so easy to stop: all you have to do is write a post or post a self-shot. I know that the joyful pilicane will help me to unwind, but at the same time I will have to understand the terrible thing: without brilliant boobs, a circus with horses and a post for 100+ comments, I really don’t need anyone.
More than anything, I would like to sit by the window and read Bunin, periodically raising wet eyes to the sky. Suddenly, the clouds part, and a pony will come down the rainbow (just a rainbow), which will take me to the handsome prince. But I am a man of the generation of the community. Instead of contemplation, I need to put forward a declaration about each of my actions. Here, look, I eat! And now I met another man! But do not worry, go to his profile - it is immediately clear that he is gay. But this is not a very friendly meeting! Are you jealous?
My self shots like twice as often as the most magical Moscow sunsets
Moreover, now it’s definitely time for its own high-quality content. Great playlist? A selection of funny videos? Link to an interesting article (even an interesting one like this one)? Nobody cares. The audience is waiting for exciting stories, beautiful (well, as far as a smartphone allows) photos of themselves and the world around, or at least the point of view that will cause a stir. By the way, for me this phenomenon is still a mystery, but for some reason my self shots like twice as often as Moscow’s most magical sunsets. Maybe people just like to double tap on someone’s face.
On the other hand, now we have a unique opportunity to say something to a man without tormenting whether to call him first. You can never call him again. Remember the standard scene from all the romantic comedies: in order to attract the attention of a man, the girl in front of him kisses another. Today, it is not necessary to publicly kiss unpleasant people. It is enough to ask a mutual friend to put in a photo with you. Rubbed before the onset of the effect is not necessary.
Men do not like to call, so they love to use this technique. One instead of telling me that he likes my butt, he tweeted photos of porn stars with especially prominent buttocks until he turned blue. However, I would not have thought that under these women he would mean me in the lonely evenings if he had not admitted to this for some reason.
It should make a reservation. No, not all my life flows in social networks, but it is increasingly fraught with complications. When I dropped the link to the previous text in WhatsApp to one fine young man who several years ago deliberately refused to be present on social networks, he replied: "Like, likes, likes ... I feel like an idiot, but when I say likes, I am imagine dogs. "
He is perfect, and I communicate with him, it seems, more often than anyone else. But there is a main problem: I can get his attention only by SMS. Perhaps this will result in the tragedy of my life, because I am still confident that the man should call first. Is always. But when one of my friends asks what to do in order not to write to him first, I suggest to throw some “bomb” on the social network. And most often it explodes in the right hands.
illustrations: Masha Shishova