According to the Internet gods, Facebook recently hit 1.4 billion active users. If that’s not enough to blow your mind, hear this: Out of 1.4 billion users, 742 of them are my friends. Wait…What?!?
Yes, it’s true.
Not only that, but out of those 742 friends, I am happy to report, all of them are doing great, looking fabulous, and living life to the fullest.
At least that’s how it appears.
I had to chuckle, because just the other day one of my dearest friends, who I’ve known for a 100 years, asked me about the life of an old acquaintance on Facebook, “Is Janet’s life really as perfect as it seems?” I quickly assured her, “No, sweetie, her shit stinks just as much as ours does and oh, by the way, she’s had drastic weight issues and plastic surgery as well.”
Ok, maybe I’m a bit petty, but let’s be honest. Does anyone ever post the real stuff in their life? The painful stuff? The loads and loads of crap and dysfunction going on in their lives? Of course not. We have an image to maintain, especially to those “acquaintances” that don’t really know us.
For those of you who don’t really know me, here is my confession:
- I only post the best pictures of myself and family.
- I have posted Bible verses when my spiritual life is really in the toilet.
- I tend to live vicariously through my children who are active in sports and lead exciting lives because I want to be perceived as an awesome mom and my life is so boring.
- If I post a humorous image or link to a charitable cause it’s because I want to be thought of as funny and a good humanitarian.
Have you done any of these? Do you even have the guts to admit you’ve done any of these?
Now, don’t send me nasty e-mails just yet. I do know a few genuine people who are everything they appear to be, but I can count those folks on one hand and the truth of the matter is: WE ALL DO THESE THINGS!
This is not an assumption; this is my cracked conclusion. And my cracked conclusion is we only post the best of us because that’s how we want to be perceived. We don’t want others to know that our marriage sucks, that raising a family is so hard we need medication (or wine) to get through the day, or that we hate our life and are ready to call it quits.
And so I challenge you…To be vulnerable. To be exposed. To be real.
For just one week.
I’m not asking you to air all your dirty laundry. How about we start with just a profile picture on Facebook? A picture that is clearly not one of our best. One that our “friends” will look at and say, “Wow, not her best day.”
As for me, I can already feel the cold sweat of insecurity seeping through my pores. How many people will comment on my Absolutely Not My Best Day photo that makes me look like a worn out meth addict? How many will be scared off and delete me altogether?
Let’s find out, shall we? One week, one image and make it a doozy. You may find out revealing the worst version of yourself is the most fun you’ve had in a very long while.