That’s what I feel like every time I post anything on social media. To me, it’s a big black hole we shovel things into, usually with very little return. Yet, we’re told over and over that we have to do it.
Promote yourself. Talk about you. Share your life and stories. Oh, and you can sometimes talk about your books, but not much because that annoys people. Hmmm… what if I don’t want to talk about myself or share my personal life with the world? It’s a real predicament for those of us who aren’t comfortable being “out there.”
On the flip side, I often wonder if anyone really cares about what I have to say. I mean, do people honestly want to know what I’m cooking for dinner or what shoes I bought? Do they care about what my kids say or want to see pictures of my cat? And what about all those posts that get zero response–hear the crickets chirping? Should we stress about those because wow, we’re so boring no one can be bothered to respond?
This is my issue. The time I spend worrying about what I’m putting out to the social media world usually isn’t justified. I’ll go in spurts where I diligently try to keep up the many sites, but that only last for as long as I have the time. Then deadlines come in and life happens and it all falls away until I’m reminded (poked, prodded, jarred) into doing it again.
Am I the lone person who stresses out over this? Please tell me I’m not the only one who finds the pressure of keeping up on social media to be agonizing. I was going to say torturous, but that’s going a little overboard (maybe). Or am I really the anomaly in a world of ever-growing technology and shrinking face-to-face interaction?
And now for that thing I’m not supposed to do…
Shameless Promo Time