If I don’t remove myself from social media soon, I may end up with some perilously high blood pressure.
After a session of scrolling through my Facebook feed, I often come away wanting to punch someone in the face.
(For the record, I have never punched anyone in the face -- or anywhere that I can remember. I just sometimes want to.)
The venom rises in response to updates like these:
“I’m truly blessed to have such a wonderful husband who always understands my taste in jewelry.”
“So blessed that my kids go to the two best school in the district.”
“On a day like the one I had today, I’m beyond blessed that Debussy wrote that second book of Preludes. Just what I needed to listen to this evening.”
“Counting my blessings right now before Olivia and I head out to volunteer at the battered women’s shelter.”
These posters seem, to me at least, more eager to have everyone think they are are worthy, rich, cultured, or big-hearted (for example) then they are blessed.
If you want to hotdog, just do it. It’s waaaay less lame if
you don’t try to pretend that’s not what’s going on.
Anointing oneself as blessed is akin to saying that you are chosen while others are not. Who wants to read about that?
I love a good ‘before and after’ montage of home renovation, or watching video of a funny kid. But if I have to read a preface of how special (i.e. blessed) the poster is, I’m probably going to feel that punching urge.
It’s one thing to count your blessings, but being a transparent bore is something altogether different.
What are your social media pet peeves? Tell us in the comments or in a blog post.