There is something that bugs me to no end.
It appeals to my compassionate, bleeding heart nature and forces action even when none would normal be given.
It is, the lonely status.
To me, there is nothing sadder than a lonely Facebook status update. The kind of one that was written three hours ago, and has not got a single like or a comment.
Sometimes, if the updater is having a particularly bad day, or is one of those friends that never writes anything but their latest physical ailment, there may be several lonely status’.
With not a friend in the world to care.
Poor lonely status.
It’s not just Facebook, oh no.
The Instagram photo that is vague at best, and weird at worst, that has left all viewers scratching their head, also breaks my heart.
As does the countless random statements on twitter. All with no reply.
A person, somewhere out there, voicing their ailments, and not a friendly person in coo-ee to reply to them.
It hurts my feelings.
Now I realise that most of the time the unliked image or statement posted on line, is unliked for a reason. Either the person is an attention seeker (we all have at least one friend like that.)
Or It’s random and makes no sense, and getting into a conversation about it would just require more energy and battery power than your iPhone can possibly deal with.
But despite that, when I see these lone updates, I can’t help but think of the person uploading them, standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of their lungs while everyone runs past, ‘I have Gastro again! I’m having a fat nose day! The thing that I thought was going to happen can’t because Jupiter is in the wrong position, and I didn’t order pizza even though I felt compelled to, and the third toe on my left foot is tingling, which means I can’t change anything.’
That poor, sad, lonely person.
The result of this bleeding heart compassion, is that I have turned into an ‘I like you slut.’ I’m pretty much liking everything these days, which is no doubt annoying all my actual friends who are getting all the updates on my promiscuity in their new feeds.
In fact, the only thing that is stopping me from not liking, is if I actually don’t like it, or strongly disagree, and enough people do so that I don’t feel guilty about glossing over it.
I think it’s because the silence of the internet haunts me.
I hate being unliked.
In fact the stats that Facebook gives me seemingly by the minute on how popular my page is, hurt me feelings. Particularly as I’m sure that my low views are directly related to their refusal to publish everything before all my likers, but that is an argument for another day.
But there is something so sad and desperate about not being heard, and I can’t stand the thought of others feeling unloved.
So I go through and like everything, madly leaving comments like a crazy woman (particularly when I happen upon a commentless blog post), and hope that the person will appreciate that I was there.
Will know that even if they are having the most ridiculous day ever, or it is in fact 2 in the morning and the only reason I am awake is because I have a sore belly, that I was there, I saw and I liked.
I think people deserve to be liked.
Or do you reserve your liking for the people that deserve it?
Linking with With Some Grace, whose obviously on the same wave length, and her post explains why there are so many lonely people in Facebook land.