The other day I saw an ad wanting writers to write about the difficult subject of Facebook addiction and the inability of people to step away from their computers. Today, I read an article written by a woman who is making the drastic decision to leave Facebook in favor of Google+.
In her article, she cites a study that says that the use of social media induces a hormone in our brains, which researcher Paul Zak describes as a hormone that gives a feeling of “generosity and trust.”
I don’t believe it for a second. I don’t log onto Facebook and feel like oohing and aaaahing over everything I see. Sometimes I might laugh or am interested in article that someone has posted, but I don’t necessarily feel generous. (Unless of course you count the occasional comment on someone’s status report as true generosity; I don’t. I am not a big believer in Sympathy comments on Facebook to make people feel better.)
It’s one of those days when I sort of wish I could choose to be someone who was a little more capable. Maybe I could be more like Emma from the Jane Austen novel of the same name or more like one of the ass-kicking women in a Quentin Tarantino film. Kill Bill, for example.
Unfortunately, this is the skin I have to live in. I don’t have the luxury or the pleasure of morphing into Uma Thurman or any other actress or heroine for that matter. The only attractive actress I’ve ever been compared to was Charlize Theron, but the comparison wasn’t a compliment since it was based on her role as a serial killer in the movie Monster and had absolutely nothing to do with her hotness factor. (For the record, I’m not a serial killer or a prostitute in real life or in dreams. I just played one in someone’s imagination.)
I’m also not so proud of my day.
I woke up today and set off the fire alarm when making coffee this morning, which is quite an accomplishment for womankind. I didn’t have to call 9-1-1 and didn’t even come close to burning the building down, but it was a little embarrassing.
I heard something I wasn’t sure if I agreed with the other day. A fellow passenger who shall remain nameless to protect his/her identity said, “I don’t feel sorry for any bicyclists who are run over. They should all get hit.”