If you put Twitter and Facebook in a ring and had them fight it out, Twitter would win.
On what basis? Why, the basis that Twitter is far, far more realistic than Facebook. It's sardonic, jaded, wry, scathing, vitriolic, and mordant In short, it's far more honest than Facebook.
This week I made a status update on Facebook that read:
Rage. Just sayin'.
For me, rage = humour. Clearly you already know this. And on Twitter, this status would have gone unremarked.
But on Facebook, smushed in as I expect it was between cute-yet-seemingly-endless pictures of people's children, lurid holiday snaps, shared recipes for sandwiches shaped like elephants, lolcats, animated gifs, Kony videos, and notifications that people have changed their profile photo augmented by 30+ comments from friends on how gorgeous, how simply stunning, they are, this status update apparently stood out.
People responded not just to the update but in my private messages, on my timeline, via email.
Heavens! the collective Facebookian userbase seemed to say. Here's someone who hasn't just experienced the best day of their existence and illustrated it in intimate, multicoloured, multimedia detail for all of Facebook to see! What in hell is going on?!
Nothing, that's what. My life is not crammed with Brady Bunch-esque jollity. Everything I do is not golden and glorious. My children, lolcats, videos, profile photos, and sandwiches* aren't mind-numbingly cheerful. They're boringly real, and dull and uninteresting for the most part.
And this is pretty much how I like things to be. Reality has its perks. And truths, after all, make friends.
*Euphemisms, people! I have none of these things! ...except a profile photo of course.
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