The Unbearable Triviality Of Social Networking
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I think that a lot of the backlash against social networking is the product of cognitive dissonance; Specifically that Facebook so efficiently reveals our significance (or otherwise) in the wider world. Facebook is perhaps the first technology that reveals to us that the major events in our own lives are, on the macro scale, merely background noise. Learning of an old friend giving birth seems very much less significant when we learn of it not through direct communication but through a wall post that is read by 600 other "friends".
Space travel gave us the ability to see our own world from afar, revealing to us the fragility of our world and the insignificance of human existence when seen from a cosmic scale. Many astronauts describe being profoundly changed by seeing the "blue marble" for themselves.
Perhaps these vertiginous experiences, these sudden shifts in perspective will occur more frequently with the advance of technology. Perhaps the opposite will occur and with the decline in mass media we will become increasingly insular and narcissistic. Perhaps our reaction to being able to see the sum of all human life will be to shield our eyes from it. We live in interesting times.
Facebook/Twitter allow us to communicate the little things that are big in our own lives and see how much (little) those things really mean to others.
Should eventually have a bit of a reality check effect.
I find the application of technology to the social context fascinating and at the same time worrisome, given the impact it has on our psyche. Part of me wants to chalk it up to "resisting change", but I feel like altering the social fabric by increasing efficiencies in our social lives isn't going to help psychological illnesses like depression.
The threat this has to the ego is countered by posting thoughts to social networks in an increasingly obsessive manner. "I post therefore I am."
Note that I post this as a comment on a comment of a news-aggregating site's comment thread on a blog (at least I'm hoping it's a blog and not a print column) hosted by website of the print magazine Forbes written by a columnist who wrote an essay debating the significance of a tweet (or class of personal emissions of which this tweet was representive) written by a guy who decided to delete 100 of his 300 apps.
Over lunch, mentioning that you just deleted 100 of the 300 apps on your iphone might be a spark for a good five minutes of conversation. On the internet, it sparks existential crises all over the world.
EDIT: I'm not sure if I'm expressing myself well here. I really, deeply, truly, honestly don't want to know that Scoble deleted 100 of his apps. I can also wait up to two years before finding out whether old friends have had children without losing any of the "oh, that's nice" feeling that I'll have upon hearing it. Facebook and Twitter seem to addict people to a stream of trivialities that wouldn't be worth turning over for in isolation. It might have to do with the fact that an orgasm is made up of x number of rubs.
One issue with jdietrich's initial comment is that his views on social networking revealing our true insignificance assume that the selves we display in the "unreal" world of social networking are, in fact, accurate representations of our "real world" selves; in reality, this is hardly the case. I know I've caught myself thinking "How will this Tweet or that FB update make me look to my friends/followers..." - hardly a parallel of how one lives and presents themselves in the unpredictable, variable real world.
This, in my mind, is the product of the conflicting forces of exaggerated significance / insignificance - the intense crafting of our online personalities. We've seen the blue marble - have realized that with all of the white noise, we must seem better, funnier, more interesting, to break through the noise. Yet at the same time we know that, should we actually get noticed, we will get noticed in a serious way - hundreds or thousands of people might see our update. The pressure is on.
As I see it, this is the product of these two conflicting forces: A high-pressure culture, a culture of scrutiny wherein every action and sentence is specifically crafted and cultivated. Orwell's 1984 comes to mind, but rather than Big Brother watching over everyone, it is the public that constantly watches each other.
I wonder how modern 24/7 news organizations have affected people in this regard. Some people are addicted to news: people want to be the first to know something, to give themselves a sense of elitism or pride in letting their friends in on the news, or feel "informed" during casual discussion.
But social media has what national news media often doesn't: personal attachment. National news media will churn out "news" no matter what. There will always be stories to report on--it's just a matter of how many people they affect. Social media "news" caries the same weight. Some news, like that I just ate a really yummy lunch, far outweigh the announcing of a new job, or announcing a death.
The personality of your Facebook or Twitter newsfeed is just that: personal. It's tailored to people YOU (say you) care about. Therein lies the addictive nature.
Social Networking is the Total Perspective Vortex. Now, in order to survive its message, we all just need our own universe where we're the most important person in it, like Zaphod.
"Is the world fundamentally a better place because of science and technology? We shop at home, we surf the Web... at the same time, we feel emptier, lonelier and more cut off from each other than at any other time in human history..."
Palmer Joss, "Contact", based on the book by Carl Sagan
Do your truly feel more connected due to social networks? Living remotely, about 2.5 hours from any major city, I've found the net usually to be little more than social filler: marginally better than being alone with my own thoughts.
Given that I don't have any close friends out here in the country, how do I feel close to people? I visit them.
We are still animals. Our brains have evolved to socialize with one another in a physical space. Social networking is fast food compared to the repast of in-person companionship.
Is that contact empty? Maybe, maybe not. Baby birds react to a model of a beak the same as they react to the whole, real thing: for their brains, the concept of "mother" is triggered by a long shiny thing. But their reaction is real.
Baby chimpanzees sometimes don't survive in the wild when their mother dies, even if they're inside a group and have plenty of food. Having a brother or an aunt around helps.
What happens in our minds is a lot more predictable then we like to think, but that's a good thing. It means we're very close to a checklist to a "good life". And I bet social contact is going to be on it.
Also, yes, you can overuse social networks just as it is easy to overuse the local bar.
Used in moderation though, social networks, facebook in particular, have helped me keep in touch with many of my more distant relations that I otherwise would likely see and talk to only at weddings and funerals. It has helped me reconnect with friends from high school and college that I probably would have forgotten about.
Overall, I have found that, used in moderation, social networks and Facebook in particular have helped to enrish my social life and help me keep in touch with people that matter to me, and if the price of that is dealing with some triviality, I will pay it gladly.
Additionally - why does everything have to be a binary choice between "completely worthless" and "world changing"? Social networks lie on a continuum between those two extremes.
Declarations of triviality encode an embedded value scheme that may or may not have actual utility for any purpose. I hesitate to label things "trivial"; it may be missing the forest for the trivial leaves.
I don't do Facebook for various reasons, but I don't look down on those who do use it.
In my experience, some friends post consistently interesting and thought provoking links and paragraphs. Others post about their coffee habits. That mirrors my "real life" experience of interacting with them. Why is there this expectation that online socializing should be inherently more profound than real life socializing?
But online, I appear to have unlimited time to broadcast what I want to say. If I spend two minutes on the cog, it takes away from two minutes of the Real World, but it doesn't appear to take away from our limited time together, and I blast it out to all my friends, some of whom may care.
I believe this gives me an incentive to talk about fairly trivial stuff that doesn't exist in the face-to-face world.
And you can also avoid the inevitable 30 minute trek through Wikipedia as you get distracted and end up looking at what other types of cogs you've been missing out on. And don't even start looking at sprokets.
That said, we are in a special demographic. It's hard to validate our experiences against the "fragile youth".
Person: "Greg, if you're not on facebook you're missing like 50% of world". Greg: "Is there some way that I could miss 75%?"
Ultimately, one person's "triviality" is another's passion. The problem with social networking isn't it's triviality. It's that to consume what's important to us, we have to find it through all the "noise"--whatever that may mean to each individual. It used to be that we didn't have this problem because when two people meet, or a group for that matter, they immediately find a middle ground and talk about what's important to all. Such context breaks down when we broadcast information online.
This problem I feel will be solved in the years to come. Disclaimer: I'm working on it.
In other words, does the user own the entire responsibility for the amount of time he spends on social networks? Or it would be a good idea (on the moral side of the issue, anyway) if the makers provided a way for the consumers to limit their usage?
I don't really care if it's the fault of the addict or the dealer. If there's a problem and I can easily help fix it, I probably should.
What a waste of my 5 minutes.
To each their own.