I set up my Facebook account. Sitting in a bubble tea/Internet cafe in the small river town of Grafton, IL. before there were smart phones and selfies and unlimited data and so much more. I sat there with some girls that would become my life long friends regardless of where life took us. We laughed and took tons of photos. We accepted each others Friend Requests and started something that would last for well… 10 years and counting.
I’ve kept that Facebook account active all these years to keep in touch with all of those people and the hundreds more I’ve met along the way. We are spread out all over the country… all over the world… and thanks to Facebook (and Instagram and Twitter and the rest now) we are able to wish one another Happy Birthday, anniversary, graduation, move, baby, pet adoption, and job change. We can celebrate, grieve, argue, and explore all through social media. We have watched each other grow up thousands of miles away through a screen.
Social media can be pretty amazing. Not only can we keep up with so many people and activities, but we can document moments and events, special occasions and meetings through photos and written accounts. Through our accounts we can save memories to look back at them later.
So often these memories are good. Don’t most people only share the fun times and keep the painful ones private? But no life is perfect. Not all memories are good. Some things are very hard to relive. There are life events we barely got through in the first place. Painful or upsetting times and people who are no longer in our lives. Then Facebook pops them up on our time lines reminding us of the good, bad and ugly. You see yourself in different times and places with different people.
Should we be able to relive these memories? I have an account with 10 years worth of memories. Celebrations. Death. Love. Loss. Performances. Relationships. Travel. Parties. This list could go on. We can so easily go back and see our good times and bad times. Looking through only profile pictures I see so many hair colors and pounds gained or lost, and other people who mattered enough to be there… then.
There have been SO many times I’ve thought about deactivated my account.
I can’t live with the memories. The constant reminders of what I had that I lost. The constant look back at my ridiculous state of mind as an angsty teen or the beautiful performances that are from a life I no longer live. In another 10 years, what will I think of myself now? Is that something I want to know?
Then I see the happy times. Those events or people or celebrations that make it all worth it. Having the beautiful (although occasionally painful) ability to see the relive these memories can remind us who we are. Our brains can change these memories. We pull what we want… from time to time we loose the details.
I mean, I still have Facebook. I’m very active on Instagram. Twitter is always in the back seat, but it’s there.
There are 10 years of life and memories accessible through my computer. What will the next 10 years bring? What advances in technology and life will there be? Where will we all be in 10 years? Or even 5 years? Will we still have Facebook or Instagram?
One thing is for sure, we will continue to live life and make memories. We will continue to find ways to document these memories. It’s our nature… as people…. to save memories. And right now Social Media is the way we do it.
Store your memories through Social Media? How do you feel about that?