gillpolack @ 2015-04-19T09:04:00
I'm over the worst of the migraine, thankfully. I stil have auras and some pain, but it's not as debilitating as yesterday.
One thing time by myself does is make me read the world a bit differently. Today I'm seeing the social media statements of each and every person as part of stories. The author who tells me only how magnificent they are is due for a fall (for such hubris is not permitted in stories) and the one who rams their work down my throat all the time without ever telling me what it's about is due to be forgotten by posterity. The friend who is bravely suffering is going to have a major breakthrough (but not of the 'some day her prince will come variety' for she's both married and sarcastic and Cinderella wasn't permitted sarcasm) and the five people (I counted, which was very foolish of me) who seem to spend their lives wafting at a higher level than the rest of us, leading superior lives, will float away to their ethereal planes as a group of clouds. Either that or they'll prove to be secretly nasty and will get comeuppance. I don't know which, for their narratives are not yet fully shaped. In fact, they're the narratives of young children, which means, probably, they're due for Important Learning. Any of these five could still have hero stories.
None of the stories bear any relationship to the actual lives of these people. It's interesting, though, that they're unintentionally shaping their social media presence to create these stories. Others are less unaware. There's someone who's intentionally shaping things to look like the good guy, who's there for everyone and who everyone loves, when there is no evidence for this outside FB. There's another who's intentionally shaping it to look like everyone's goofy BFF.
Me? I stick to being myself, but I suspect not all of me shows in FB and I totally know it doesn't all show on Twitter. I am a very large person, and not all of this magnitude is explained by my round and roly-poly body. I can't work out how my narrative reads, however, for I'm too busy living it. Except when I have a migraine, of course, but I'm not going to develop another one where the only thing I can do is sleep, just to find out my public narrative.s
One thing time by myself does is make me read the world a bit differently. Today I'm seeing the social media statements of each and every person as part of stories. The author who tells me only how magnificent they are is due for a fall (for such hubris is not permitted in stories) and the one who rams their work down my throat all the time without ever telling me what it's about is due to be forgotten by posterity. The friend who is bravely suffering is going to have a major breakthrough (but not of the 'some day her prince will come variety' for she's both married and sarcastic and Cinderella wasn't permitted sarcasm) and the five people (I counted, which was very foolish of me) who seem to spend their lives wafting at a higher level than the rest of us, leading superior lives, will float away to their ethereal planes as a group of clouds. Either that or they'll prove to be secretly nasty and will get comeuppance. I don't know which, for their narratives are not yet fully shaped. In fact, they're the narratives of young children, which means, probably, they're due for Important Learning. Any of these five could still have hero stories.
None of the stories bear any relationship to the actual lives of these people. It's interesting, though, that they're unintentionally shaping their social media presence to create these stories. Others are less unaware. There's someone who's intentionally shaping things to look like the good guy, who's there for everyone and who everyone loves, when there is no evidence for this outside FB. There's another who's intentionally shaping it to look like everyone's goofy BFF.
Me? I stick to being myself, but I suspect not all of me shows in FB and I totally know it doesn't all show on Twitter. I am a very large person, and not all of this magnitude is explained by my round and roly-poly body. I can't work out how my narrative reads, however, for I'm too busy living it. Except when I have a migraine, of course, but I'm not going to develop another one where the only thing I can do is sleep, just to find out my public narrative.s
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