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Behind the Scenes of Facebook

Daisy Ridley recently issued a warning on Instagram on the intensity of social media and the strive for perfection. It caught my eye on Facebook, through BBC Radio 1’s article and made me realise how intense social media can be.

golden_rules_of_being_engagedI’ve seen a flurry of engagements and babies, new cars and expensive shopping trips, as well as daily gym half-naked selfies and beautiful healthy meals plague my Facebook, Twitter and Instagram feed. I’m so happy that all my friends are doing well and getting on, achieving their life goals at this stage, but it’s easy to get bogged down in the idea that other people have a better life than you.

 

That’s categorically untrue.

There is immense pressure on young people in particular when they are surrounded by perfect bodies, perfect skin and incredible social lives, to be as good as everyone else. What we see on social media is a heavily edited snippet of others’ lives – something that people have scrutinised over for a considerable time before publishing.

It’s a similar story with my job; as a social media…person..I have to be very careful with what I post on the companies’ Twitter and Facebook pages, to ensure a succinct and coherent message. Posts have to be unique, interesting, positive and have to prove to an audience that the company is very successful and useful to their clients.

People do exactly the same thing with their own personal profiles. They want to convey a specific message – some people even go as far as having their own themes on Instagram, meaning the stream of photos that they can post is even more limited.

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This is not to say that people don’t address negative issues on social media; people can be quite vocal when something bad has happened to them, as they need their friends’ support. People are quick to assume, however, that because a person’s feed is entirely positive that nothing bad is going on behind the scenes. They may be going through a break-up, or they may be facing severe stress at work that they don’t want to publicise, or they may just being going through a rough patch.

Of course, such things aren’t uploaded to Facebook, but instead are kept private. What makes a person feel better is posting joyful things that make them feel happy, as a sort of distraction from what is going on in the real world.

Can we call Facebook a distraction? Is that all it is rather than a real representation of people’s lives? Whether it is or it isn’t, it’s certainly putting pressure on the people that use it, but it’s important to remember (whatever age you are) that Facebook and other mediums are simply highlights of someone’s life and you shouldn’t feel the need to compare your behind the scenes to their show reel.

 

 

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Misc.

About Me

Be sure to check on my About Me page every now and then, as I frequently update the pictures! At the moment there’s about 13 on there and I try to make them as recent as possible because it’s amazing how much you can change in just a few months. For example, now I have decided to scrap contact lenses and wear glasses for the time being because I fell in love with my new specs (and I’m sick of having a bland face with invisible eyebrows).

You also get to spy pictures of my friends, but unfortunately they don’t all have blogs for you to stalk apart from Lisa, which you can find here (although its last update was 2012 – come on Lisa!)

https://briholme.wordpress.com/about/

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Photography

Selfie Culture

There’s an awful lot of talk from the older generation and cynical youths about ‘selfie culture’ – in other words: lots of first world teenagers and young adults are taking continuous pictures of themselves with the convenient front-facing cameras on the latest smart phones. Selfies have bombarded social media, and you can find a sometimes too-close-up of anybody’s face on Twitter, Facebook or, more commonly, Instagram without looking too hard.

It’s difficult to ignore, and it’s difficult to accept, with the idea that it’s horrifically vain and unnecessary. People have screamed ‘Stop taking pictures of your face and your food!’ to no avail, meeting a noisy wall of camera shutters and satisfying digital *pings*.

We’ve had selfies for charity, selfies for good causes, selfies for no reason at all, and it’s been met with a red rage from many internet users.

It’s a different world to what it used to be, but people have always – always – had pictures of themselves. Are we taking into account the royal portraits that adorn the walls of stately homes and castles? What is the difference between a picture of somebody, standing alone and someone who has snapped a picture of their face because they are proud of their make-up?

I don’t look at selfies as vain, or inappropriate. We live in a world that has developed a second nature of putting people down behind the walls of the internet, with no fear. Both women and men alike are scrutinised for how they look and in the current state of things, it feels like nobody can say anything right. So why not celebrate how you look? Some days I wake up on a morning and really struggle to look in the mirror. Other people feel the same and on that one day that they feel good about themselves, they should be entitled to celebrate that online to their friends. They shouldn’t feel nervous about posting their face online because they are contributing to the horrible ‘selfie culture’. Let’s just celebrate people’s looks and their confidence rather than putting everyone down, inadvertently or not.

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Life Experience

I miss…

A video showed up in my Facebook notifications from nearly four years ago, back when I was in first year at university. Even though I’m only in touch with two out of the eight or nine people in that 30 second video, I miss a lot about that year.

It was a difficult year, though, with an awful lot of wasted effort and hard work on relationships, romantic or otherwise, that turned into nothing. It was a year that taught me about people, and how to deal with different personalities, whether they clashed with mine or not. That year taught me how to love someone and how to deal with their absence and the way they crushed out relationships. It also taught me that not everyone is truthful and that people are quite capable of being hurtful without too much of a conscience to hold them back.

What I miss, however, is spending time with different people every day, not knowing who would rock up that evening or who you’d be staying up late with, sharing secrets and chatting about anything and everything. I miss the ridiculous fancy dress outfits and (in a weird way) the drama that surrounded daily life. It’s an interesting psychological challenge to try to suss people out.

I miss going to lectures and learning new things, I miss going to different people’s houses/flats for dinner and I miss going out at least twice a week to let down my hair and party with whoever I was friends with at the time.

I’m an entirely different person to who I was in first year, in 2011/12. Anybody that I knew then, you probably don’t know me now and there’s a chance that we would get on now after we’ve all changed through the last three to four years. Many times, I think about reaching out to those I lost touch with, but then remember it’s probably not worth it. This time in four years I will likely miss the peace of living with friends and the freedom of not having a proper career. Who knows where I’ll be, or even who I’ll be.

So for anybody just starting out at university in their first year, treasure it. You might find it hard, you might find your best friends, you might even find yourself, but take lots of pictures and make lots of memories. Just enjoy the feelings of knowing anyone in the world can impact on your life at this very moment.

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“Dreams Don’t Turn to Dust”

Okay, you got me. So the Owl City song Dreams Don’t Turn to Dust has no relevance to what I’m about to write, but my figuring is that it has the word ‘dreams’ in it, giving you an overall impression of what I’m gonna talk about tonight. Wow. It makes me wonder how people can stand me at times.

Anyhow, I had this weirdly vivid dream last night about me and a friend. Now, I’m sure that most adults have had a dream or two about getting intimate with a friend and, to be honest, I found it pretty scary. I mean, consciously I feel nothing for this guy other than the fact that he’s one of my good friends and, yes, I do like him but not in that way. I have already told this to my other friend and she’s resolved it for me, so apologies to her if she’s reading this thinking I didn’t believe her, because I did. However, that’s beside the point. My argument is that now I feel all awkward around him like he knows what this dream was about, or that he can just read it off my face – which he probably can because I have the worst poker face on the planet, if I even have one at all. Alright, I know I’m being irrational and this is probably one of the most pointless posts I’ve written, but when ya gotta spill what’s in your head, you just gotta let it out. Of course, I’m not going to mention any names and God forbid if he actually reads this – which I doubt because my readers are pretty minimal at this stage, right?

So yeah, awkward conversations (on my part), awkward eye contact (again, on my part) and awkward, awkward, awkward images now in my head, pray to God, not also in his.

Entertainment, Life Experience

Auf Deutsch, bitte

Und so, heute werde ich in Deutsch sprechen.. ich hoffe, dass es okay ist.. und im Moment werde ich den Grund erklären. Ich weiss, dass ich ein bisschen eifersüchtig bin und ja, ich weiss, dass es unattractiv ist, aber es ist mich..

Mein guter Freund hat eine junge Frau in Deutschland gefunden and ich bin unglücklich.. ja es ist so unreif und kindisch aber ich kann es nicht helfen. Ich denke, dass er sehr süß und fantastisch ist, besonders mit mir aber ich mag ihn nicht in dass Weise. Vielleicht ist es komisch und vielleicht glaubst du: ,,Sie liebt er, es ist so klar,” aber, nein. Er ist wie mein Bruder und ich fühle mich wie diese Frau nimmt ihn von mir. Ach. Es ist schwierig und doof. Ja. So doof. Und ich hoffe, dass er diesen Blog nicht lesen, da er die falsche Idee bekommen würde.

Wenn du ein bisschen verärgert bist, dass ich Deutsch sprechen, solltest du Google Translate benutzten.. es ist sehr nützlich.

Danke für mein Stöhnen zu hören,

Bis dann, Brittany 🙂