Here a blog, there a blog, everywhere a blog, blog. A huge segment of our population today believes their lives are so exciting that everyone wants to live vicariously through them by following their Blogs, Tweets, or Instagrams. How about the astronomical numbers of cell phone camera “selfies” speeding like meteors through cyberspace? Before I condemn all this social media and networking technology, I have to confess my story:
My name is Gwen Rollings, and I am a recovering member of the Blogosphere cult. This is how my story began. Several years ago I met a web designer who convinced me that as a writer I had to have a website, become a Facebooker, and display my image everywhere on the Internet. He was so convincing about the limitless possibilities to become successful by simply utilizing the potential of social media, and it sounded so good…almost too good. I had visions of myself as the female version of Nicolas Sparks with best-selling books, movie deals, and writing novels from my Oceanside estate.
Seeing my own professionally designed website was awesome. I was hooked. I wanted followers, I couldn’t help myself. Others in the Blogosphere said I had to start a blog so people would visit my website. Next I had to pump-up my postings on Facebook to promote my blog. There was always more. More people had to “like” me on Facebook!
I spent hours writing blogs on my own experiences, observations, and/or opinions (which only my mother seemed to find interesting). I shamelessly begged people I hardly knew to “like” me and my blogs on Facebook. Then it looked like it was all paying off as I began getting comments on my blogs, lots of them. I was amazed at how many I was getting. I remarked to my web designer how popular I had become. Instead of a vote of confidence he replied, “Yea, I saw them. They’re spam.” Spam! I thought that was pork lunchmeat in a can. Then one day I logged on and a message flashed across my computer screen: file corrupted, Trojan Virus. I hit rock bottom.
That’s when I came to my senses. I remembered who I was and where I came from. I am a member of the Baby Boomer Generation not the Blogosphere Generation. Most of us born in the 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s don’t want people following us on Twitter or following us anywhere for that matter. We don’t have to ask people to “like” us, “friend” us, or “unfriend” us. If people don’t like the way we are, they are free to move along quietly to find someone they like better.
I have to admit that recently I had a setback and was tempted to start my blogging again. Just one little blog. I could handle it this time I told myself. With shaking hands I logged on only to be asked if I wanted to join “The Cloud.” I’m re-hooked!