A partial sharer? Or maybe an over-sharer? In our socially dominant world, it feels curiously imperative we fit into one of these rigidly defined categories.
For example: He’s not a sharer. Private remains under lock and key and He finds the world of over sharing a little ludicrous, but (thank goodness) in a (mostly) non-judgmental way.
I suppose he has to – while still married to me. He’s grown to accept that I’m an over-sharer because, even before social media was an integral part of my work as well as more-leisurely life, I couldn’t ever help myself. Intricate operations, deepest darkest feelings, property purchases and silly tales of family life were spread far and wide. With EVERYONE.
Then came along a number of platforms where I could draw, snap and write … indiscreetly. And over-sharing me couldn’t have more satisfied. Of course, I’m not alone. Social media is awash of people like me and, while mostly the others don’t give a damn, there are always those who whine – perhaps as they try to share but simply can’t.
Pushed to explain to the Smalls, I rationalize that these social playground antics are my escapism and that, in reality, no one is really any smugger than the next. Crafting, editing, dreaming… none of this is really about seeking approval or counting those likes, for me. In a nutshell, it’s just like them drawing a picture or writing a story before seeing it (proudly) up on the classroom wall.
I’m ready for you: let me know what you really think about social-sharing…
