Facebook: Where Life Is Exciting

I don't get it sometimes, when people tell me I post too much of my face, of the beauty in things I see around me, of the funny stuff I experience, of the anguish I feel. Like I am a narcissist of some sort, improper, funny, crazy, a freak. Maybe I am. A narcissist, improper, funny, crazy, a freak. A friend even joked one time, when I was not able to give a favor she asked for due attention, she understands, as I am too busy taking 'selfies'. 

If there is anything that a social medium like facebook taught me, among others, is to share a moment; whether I have my face on the post or not (mostly my face IS there). When I look good, I post it. I want people to see. But when I look terrible, I post it, too, so people can see that my face looks quite ghastly without the filters conveniently provided by Steve Jobs. When I see the beautiful sun, I post it. The clouds and their beautiful shapes. The lush mountains I pass by on my travels. The moon, creepy and calling out. Old churches. When I have serious and deep conversations with my son, and he expertly manuevers the discussion to make look like an idiot (I don't mind, really, I need to get slapped to reality most of the time). When something really funny comes up. And yes, when I have these episodes of extreme sadness. 

Sharing. I was raised to know how to share whatever I had. That projected up to now, and more. Which makes many of my friends and family very uncomfortable. Perhaps because when I share, I do with all rawness and honesty, it offends sensibilities. I like offending sensibilities, that means I write well (wink-wink). To me, it is either that, or the people who read my blogs are closed-minded hypocrites. I have always put out there exactly how things are, as I see it. As I perceive it to be. My perception. Mine. If what I write seem unnecessary, I am unapologetic. I do not write my blog to please, I write to share. Maybe someone out there may read my blog and see my point of view and consequently help. I will never really know. 

Narcissism? Egocentricity? Wikipedia afforded me with three words to describe my social media account; 'healthy self-love'. Nice. That's it. I have loved others in a way far beyond what they deserve, so I give this peri-menopausal phase of mine meaning by loving myself, 'healthy self-love'. Posting the gifts I get, both the branded stuff and the unbranded, read: 'moments' (these I consider GIFTS, too) is sharing and healthy self-love. 

That may be unacceptable to some. That is their privilege. Having a social media account like facebook is like swimming when you do not know how; you take a deep breath and jump and swim your way to survive. It is either you are in it or not. Do not have an account just because you need to be 'in' or 'current' (or so you can snoop at other people's lives); share and exercise healthy self-love. To those who do not want sharing, or 'healthy self-love', for God's sake, deactivate your accounts. Or better yet, do not surf facebook. No overanalyzing will be required of you any longer.