“I haven’t got time for that. It’s just people tweeting their food.”
There is often a tone of distain in the voice. As if the complainant logged into Twitter, was tied to a chair and forced to look at sandwich after sandwich, cake after cake, snack after snack. Unable to avert their gaze.
Warning: There is a whole internet out there. You will come across people sharing their food. Sometimes worse… Their kids.
Perhaps those adverse to seeing food in the timeline have become fed up of seeing the same connections on Facebook repeat the same behaviour. They forget they can mute, unfollow block or look away.
Then they head over to try Twitter and the first iced bun that hits the feed triggers suppressed anger.
The real issue here is filter failure. You can use unfollow and lists. Or maybe not follow and add to lists. When I really want to filter though, I do it by simply not looking.
There is often a deeper reason as to why people share. I like to think sometimes I know what that is, and that’s why people fascinate me. When I’m not certain why someone has shared something I don’t get angry at my lack of understanding. I like to speculate what the story might be.
When you plug into someone’s feed, you’re plugging into a chunk of their mind, their life. Of course there is some curation. We can’t help that at the moment. It takes time to select the right app, compose a photo, caption it and share to a selected platform.
Sharing will get easier. Business models depend on it. A frictionless flow of data, sprinkled with dreams, our deepest desires. All being sold to those into selling, so they know what it is we really want. While we get what we need. Human contact.
It’s currently a trade off for those that like to share indiscriminately. I’m more than happy to donate a little data in exchange for these subconscious connections. These moments in our lives, absorbed with a scroll, only to be reflected upon the next time we catch up in ‘Meat space’.
“Hi Hannah, you still vegetarian? That looked like an epic mung bean salad last week?”
“Hi Mike, how’s the Dalek?”
If i’m eating pastrami on rye with low fat mayo I’m probably American, or in America. I’m not vegetarian, possibly wheat intolerant and maybe on a diet.
There is a wealth of information out there for the interested. Knowledge opens doors. Never underestimate the power of small talk. Rapport is how humans sync with one another. The foundation of effective communication.
And small talk leads to big talk.
Still, some folk manage to curate all personality out of their social sharing. Desperate to look professional, witty, smart or hireable. And that’s fine.
I feel though that if you want to nurture a meaningful network we have to connect as human beings. With social networks built around common interests.
That’s why some Tweet what they eat. We all eat. I know I do. Sometimes too much.
I’m not a food blogger. I’m a blogger who loves lots of things. Especially food and drink. Meals punctuate my working day. Even the humble sandwich is a canvases for creativity. Drink, of the alcoholic variety, accompanies reflection at the end of said day. It’s an occasional datum. And to document this is to capture that moment and all it contains. To remember how it was.
Capture that moment, because your memories won’t do it justice. The moment the memory is recalled it’s corrupted.
Capture that moment because it tells a story. And we are made of stories.