After coming off my Freshly-Pressed high/ride I’ve been on lately, I thought I’d write this post to offer up a big WELCOME to my new followers and to try and write something, anything of value. An inspiration, a laugh or some snippet of wisdom to pass along.
Instead I’ve found myself lacking any original ideas of what to write about. I don’t know if it’s the cloudy days that have been around for well, a few days now or the fact that I need to get back on some normal schedule of exercise or that thing you get when you’ve written something, that for whatever reason, was deemed worthy of being on that Freshly-Pressed spot for a few days. What now, I keep asking myself — what now?
Share and Over-Share Alike — Inspiration from Another Form of “Watching”
I watched a television program (Dr. Oz) yesterday (work is slow for me these days) and it was about social media. About “over-sharing.” There were people on the program that were dubbed over-sharerers — those that blog and tweet about EVERYTHING — from bowel movements (yeah, I’m serious) to sex to whatever popped into their heads — stuff about their kids, complaining about their teenage children and then their children seeing it up on Facebook and them being humiliated. Is it me or have we become a little too familiar with each other?
According to a study conducted by the Harvard Social Cognitive and Affective Neuroscience Lab the reason why we share is because it just feels so good — like having sex or eating chocolate or having sex while eating chocolate. They hooked people up to machines and found that two areas of the brain were perking up with orgasmic glee when we share intimate details about ourselves on a world-wide web scale — the same regions of the brain that perk up, well when you’re actually having orgasmic glee. Only it’s just you, typing or texting or tweeting away and no Marvin Gaye or Barry White playing in the background. No candles or soft lighting or anticipation. We get it all instantly without all the fuss, muss and foreplay.
Seems we like to talk about ourselves way more than we like to talk about anything else. It’s that little narcissistic thing we all have inside us. Not only do we get to share our little secrets, we get validation from a huge group of people and they share their secrets and pretty soon, we realize that we’re more alike than we thought.
A good thing, right? Maybe — kind of like therapy but you’re not sitting on a couch with a person across from you asking you — “And how did that make you feel?” Plus it’s cheaper, right? I dunno about this.
Obviously we’re feeling pretty damn good. Is this the new therapy?
Share and Share Alike — Just Not Everything
During the same program, they polled the audience about whether this or that person should have or shouldn’t have shared. Apparently there’s some stuff we shouldn’t share. Seriously, don’t we know what those things are? One was a woman who got in a sticky situation while trying to give herself a bikini wax. It wasn’t pleasant and it was far more than I would want to know. But that’s just me. Another was a woman splattering all over her Facebook wall about what she told her hubby when he wanted to get frisky. Her daughter wasn’t too happy about that. No, really?
There is a blogger that has over 50,000 followers but it’s about being a “domestic diva.” She celebrates being a Mom in her mid-30s and she does it by displaying videos of herself, sometimes dressed up in silly garb. This was deemed okay because she was celebrating her body — getting a message across to women in her same situation that it was okay to be “not so perfect.” I’m okay with that — she was funny, ridiculous and it resonated, obviously, with a large group of women. Dr. Oz said this was “very good thing.”
Call me old-fashioned but there are some things that I personally won’t ever share. I like sharing with all of my blogging buds some life stuff — overcoming tough periods in my life, giving out whatever pearls of wisdom I have from living on this earth for awhile and hoping someone takes something with them (after reading) that may help them reflect, pause or give them hope, a laugh or a “I’ve been there” kind of moment.
I follow some wonderful bloggers who’ve shared some pretty painful memories, but they did it in an intelligent and thoughtful way. I’m sure they helped others who may have had a similar experience — that’s a wonderful thing, a universal sharing that can make a difference in someone’s life. I applaud their bravery and their vulnerability.
Call me crazy, but some stuff’s just sacred.
But to each her/his own, right?
What do you think? Are we going too far? What’s your definition of over-sharing? And, since you’re in the mood already, think on this awhile and leave me a comment while listening to some Marvin Gaye.
What the heck — eat some chocolate while you’re at it.