Lies

by T.M. Logan

Once again, I was reminded that looking at a stranger’s Facebook timeline gave a warped view of that person’s life.

So much of our existence was on these things: networks of friends and colleagues, social media, email, apps, photos, music, work calendar, lists of birthdays. A download of our lives.

I’ve avoided social media completely since it happened, gone cold turkey on my generation’s compulsion to share every event, every emotion, every success, every random thought, every half-funny conversation. Because it’s not the photographing and sharing and broadcasting that makes something what it is. It’s the doing. The being. The experience of it.

Cats don’t need anyone, they can do fine on their own. They live in the moment and trust their eyes and ears, what they can see in front of them – I think we can all learn something from that.