So I’m one of those people who has this obsession with social media. I don’t know why, but there’s just something satisfying about updating my facebook and my twitter an obnoxious amount of times. It’s a problem, I know. But nevertheless I continue to do it. Some people have family members on their facebook while others wouldn’t dare accept their friend requests. I fall into the latter category. I don’t have to worry about my mom, as she doesn’t understand facebook or twitter and has referred to herself as “computer illiterate”. My dad, on the other hand, is a different story.
When my dad first got facebook, he asked me when I was going to send him a friend request. Jokingly. Or so I thought. He would ask why I didn’t want to be his friend. I’m not sure what my response was, I didn’t really have a good one. But I figured he wouldn’t use it much and would forget about it. But I guess I was wrong. I had my settings set to “friends of friends”. And it just so happened that we had one mutual friend. And so the inevitable happened, he sent me a friend request. I declined it. I had to. I just couldn’t have him seeing everything I post, let alone having them fill up his news feed. It was for his own good that I chose the ignore him.
And then there was twitter. My tweets are usually pretty much the same as my facebook statuses, just shortened sometimes to meet the 140 character limit. Yesterday, my dad said to me “You’re on twitter?”. And I asked why. And he said he was following me and proceeded to read out a couple of my recent tweets from his phone as I looked on in horror. I pulled out my own phone and proceeded to read over my last few tweets to see if there was anything bad in there.
At this point I’m not sure what to do. Do I censor myself and only tweet what I think my dad would find appropriate? Do I continue to post whatever the hell I want even though I know full well he will be able to read it? Do I create a separate twitter account and protect my tweets so that he can’t access them? Do I shut down my account and stop this mad obsession with social media once and for all? I don’t know. I’ve never been good at dealing with these tough life decisions.
I don’t think anything I post is actually really all that bad. It’s pretty clean for the most part. I mean I have the occasional suggestive status update, but then who doesn’t? My dad was concerned that future employers would be able to see my posts. But I’m not planning on being a doctor or a teacher and I’m generally not that inappropriate with what I say, so I think I’ll be okay. When my dad worries about me I know that it’s because he cares. The fact that I so frequently post about every random thing in my life actually gives him the opportunity to keep tabs on me if I’m vague about where I’m going and what I’m doing. Sometimes I don’t let him know but I let the social media world know. The social media world which he is now a part of. So it’s actually beneficial for him. So dad, if you’re reading this, you’re welcome.