The other day when I was coffeeing in Starbucks, when I heard a man next to me, received a call, may be informing about his wife’s sudden death. He vociferated in a shattered voice. He shivered badly and his body was loosing control. Watching this, some girls came to pacify him. People at their best offered to accompany him to his vehicle. He tiredly scotched and stood but halted, “Wait!” Guess what !
He took his iPhone out of his pocket for posting an FB update… “My wife’s expired”.
A girl who came to console her reprimanded sarcastically, “Hey, why don’t you wait for the likes and RIPs before leaving”.
Overly affect and attention to Facebook likes and dislikes and liking others pics so that they will click the same for me, parties on their extreme, night-outs on weekends, illogical drinking, gossiping, with frequent smokers, noon wakeups on the Sundays thinking five days will anyways go busy, purchasing items without even a thought of its feasibility… Lifestyle maintain its hyper decline for the youngsters and then we claim there’s no good in life.
People lack even a speck of contentment in their life. We perpetually want people around us. We cannot even spent a day midst of our own self with the best of our company. It becomes hard to accept even a single week that I’m alone and nobody is there with me.
My apartment mate, Neeley, constantly demands ultimate privacy with her boyfriend. She is always vexed with the unexpected doorbells, calls or even work when she is fully charged with Tom, her fifth and so-called forever soulmate. At times, she is annoyed with her own sensuous sounds while the process. After half an hour, she bangs in my room to show me a couple of her intimately romantic photos just updated and received 800 likes too. Some pics are crossing their obscenity and makes me shout at her, forbidding to show me. I keep wondering when did she do that; a few minutes back I was trying to focus and ignore the weird, devilish sounds coming from her room and now it has been published before the world.
So confused, right ? People want privacy; however, they want to show those private pics to the world. Where’s the privacy ? What do they really want ? Privacy or publicity ? Or publicized privacy … Or may be unclear what they want ?
Simplicity has been implicitly overshadowed by glamour and show. People want to share/reveal and seek comments, “nice comments” on each moments of their life, which actually they feel should not be intervened or don’t want to accept they’re not being personal at all. Lack of self approval and appraisal was anyways in the aura of the society when these inter-personal sites are adequately successful having put the icing on the cake. The day is not far-off when the FB alerts and friends will remind gals about the arrival of their menstruation date. Nice, attractive app will be displayed to remind them to go for change as she has already spent 15 hours on FB.
I often visit a nearby park to take music classes of my 80 years old student. We both enjoyed a lot being together. My satisfaction and bliss quotient transcended with the feeling that I’m able to soothe an ‘old‘ guy with my company and music. I visited the park on a fine Sunday and noticed his absence. I waited there before I called him up to find out that he was suffering with depression and has been taken to a psychiatrist. Few weeks later, we resumed the lesson in the same park and I obviously inquired the cause of his depression. I wanted to faint after hearing it….why did I ask dammit? I thought. Reasons were two:
“My wife remarried”, he sobbed.
“As far as I know, Mr. Ted, you had been divorced back in your 40s?”, I couldn’t resist asking him on his illogical, unreasonable cause and statement.
“Yes! but you know, you feel really shattered, when you see someone close to your heart with someone else…that day I could believe my eyes when I saw the romantic pics of my wife on FB …she got 500 likes. Can you believe it ? …..you won’t get my feelings kid…. blah blah blah.” He was reciting all of it with his broken and fragile voice and watered eyes.
I tried to console her; however, I had nothing to say on this stupid act. Someone feeling low or slight detrimental thoughts broke down for few hours in such situations can be digestible. But depression and meeting psychiatrist for the woman you’ve left long ago was something I wanted to punch that pervert. For the first time, I was repenting to visit the park. These are the negative consequences of being addicted. Here is the scientific study on how Facebook is making people paralyzed and frangible.