You are in love with this girl that you’ve been tracking for a while on Facebook. You may or may not have met her in person. You know what she likes, what she dislikes (or at least what she thinks she likes or dislikes), where she’s from, who her best friends are who regularly talk to her, where she went for a hike this weekend, even where she is right now, at this very moment.
You know her like you’ve never known anyone before. Like from the inside of her head. You know her far better than your roommate that you eat and watch TV with everyday.
You know how her thoughts waver, how she is indecisive, how she sometimes posts a link and deletes it immediately, how she changes the wording on her status updates because she is rather shy and doesn’t want to appear too bold with sensational things.
There’s a dreamy quality about her that you like for she often makes the backgrounds of her pictures fuzzy keeping the focus only on herself and her friends who are always smiling, frozen in time.
This is who she is.
This is who she thinks she is.
This is who you read she is.
This is who you think she is.
This is your reality of her.
This reality is better than the reality out there because you write your own little stories connecting the big plots of her life, written already for you, as those facts on Facebook–those updates, those pictures, those comments from friends, those connections to reality.
This way you have your own heroine.
This way you get to author your own love story.
You know that character is less about those large black-and-white facts than about the gray nuances of people.
You get to write your own nuances to her character.
She affects you. She affects you just as though she were real.
There are those other characters too in the plot–those that make you jealous, those that make you laugh. Those that make you want to wring their necks with their Hallmark-y feel-good updates and those that are just blips in the sky with their huge propaganda-ish banners.
And then one day you meet someone who knows her. You have a conversation with him. You talk about her as though you meet her every once in a while.
You are even more convinced that you know her.
Which you do.
You are an acquaintance. A friend. Perhaps more. You are friends with her friend.
You are part of the fiction.
You create your own character.
You have now written your own past and your present with her and you will always know her in the future.
It’s easy to dismiss Facebook infatuations as adolescent silliness or a monstrous time suck (which it is) or a space for imaginary “it’s complicated” relationships but never before have we seen a forum with such potential for creating narratives with changing characters and intersecting stories. And never before, for generations up to the present, has reality unfolded as such multimodal narratives.
Fact and fiction, reality and story, history and mythmaking, all authored by the little people who are recording it all as their own lives.
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beautiful! I can so relate to this…am sure many will.
thanks for reading
This reminded me of what folks say of a first novel being autobiographical. Except in a back words way. With Facebook we get to write a novel about ourselves. Tossing out the bad, throwing in a little extra good. No longer is this a negative thing. Almost a fitting to bring up George Orwell in reference as it is so possible to write our own, edit our own, history.
Thanks for the thought food. We do live in quite an unusual time and where will we go from here? What will a “living novel” look like?
A living novel can take any shape but Facebook can provide fodder!
A great entry. Wonder how relationship based on blog would come up? It’s different but guess result-oriented than ‘being friends’ in traditional thought.
Meaning of expressing friendship and preference over type of media have changed so much so that even in your most needed times, your friend who would drop by before would prefer to send you a text/facebook. Does it mean she cares less? I don’t know anymore. I have been analyzing fb relationships for the past 3 years…unable to conclude or visualize any pattern.
This is one of the most brilliant and touching analyses of Facebook yet. It’s the new vicarious reality. We think we are in touch with people, but we’re really just observing. It’s so bizarre.
I can’t stop reading your blog.
Hey nice post really !
Did you see the doc “Catfish?”
Just looked it up. Will check for a copy!
I’ve seen it. That was very freaky.
Cool! And super creepy. Soyulent Green IS made of people.