Social media and taking selfies has changed the world as we once knew it. Your life can be falling apart. But take a selfie (something I’m afraid I would never do) and pretend otherwise.
Paint a whole new picture. Make everyone jealous that they don’t have your life.
I didn’t realize this because I’m a bit out of the loop, but it seems that people go out to eat and take photos of their food with their phones and immediately put it on social media.
What do I care what you’re eating?
I’m getting all this from the book I finished last night. A great read, by the way.
Every chapter of the book ended with how they’d write their experience on social media. All with hashtags. Of course things didn’t happen so perfectly at all. But it’s the appearance that counts.
I’ve never gotten on the hashtag wagon. Or taken selfies. I’m sure there’s something I’m missing, but I don’t like trends that seem to import that you must join in.
I’m not a joiner. I tend to march to the beat of my very own drum.
When did everything have to have hashtags anyway? Selfies seem rather silly to me. Something children might do.
…A new home can be a happy ending. Or a fresh start. Or a hiding place…
Kate Jones is running away. She has left her old life behind, changing both her own name and her daughter’s. No-one must ever connect Kate with the mistake that destroyed her life.
Starting afresh on Parkview Road – a brand new street full of newly built houses – Kate looks at the other women on the street with envy.
They seem to have it all: Gisela with her busy life, full house and successful children. Sally with her exciting spontaneous marriage, her glamorous holidays, her high-flying career.
The pictures that Kate’s new friends post online confirm their seemingly perfect existence, whilst Kate hides from the world at all costs…
A difference of wording:
Have you noticed, when you read a book set in Britain, that the language is just so colorful? And I don’t mean using curse words. I mean their words are just full of fun.
I relish their conversations:
We would say: Oh no! They would say: Bollocks! Or: Oh crikey!
We would say: You poor thing. They would say: You poor bugger.
We would say: Are you crazy? They would say: Are you daft?
Our language seems rather staid when compared with theirs.
We’d say: You poor thing, let me see if you’re all right.
They’d say: “You poor bugger, let me look at you properly.
We’d say: Well, they’re wrong and probably crazy as well.
They’d say: “Well, they’re wrong and quite daft if you ask me.”
We just don’t have the same lyrical way with words. “You cheeky sod!” doesn’t even sound as if you’re being taken down a notch.
What a fun lot!
Somehow I missed what’s happening:
I’ve been here doing my own thing. Meanwhile I guess the rest of the world has been taking photos of their feet while on vacation to post online to show how much fun they’re having.
Can’t a couple have an argument over dinner in a restaurant anymore and that’s the end of it?
I guess that’s not how it can appear. The truth can no longer set you free.
Get in the picture darling and we’ll show the world how devoted we are to one another. Kiss-kiss!
Just, why??? Why are things so contrived?
I guess I’ve had my head under a bucket because I wasn’t aware of all this going on.
When I get on Facebook I check out informative posts from a few blogging groups. I’m afraid that scrolling the “feed” is of no interest to me.
When did social media become the focus of everything, the whole purpose of doing anything or going anywhere?
I just don’t get the point. Can someone please enlighten me?