- Bow down to the internet. How could we possibly survive without access to the world through the stroke of a key, or the swipe of a finger? News in real time, packages on our doorsteps within hours, instant updates from friends on vacation in Europe – we expect it and embrace it. With this open access and free flow of information also comes the opportunity for those who feel the need to share more than many of us care to learn, including your obsessive concerns about mailbox theft or you being awakened by a loud boom at 2 a.m.
Facebook friends pepper us with the fun and fancy of their lives, and except for the rhetoric and racism that emerged during this election cycle, I appreciate the updates and the photos. Unfriending a few
friends and *gulp* relatives solved that issue. I expect food and dog photos on Instagram. Guilty. And, If my Twitter feed isn’t filled with snark and strong opinions, I’d be concerned. One exception there – I am concerned we have a president tweeting like a petulant child. But, that’s for another blog post.
The one social platform that seems to encourage and spread oversharing are these flippin neighborhood blogs called Nextdoor. Many of us have them. I know we have a choice to sign up, and I did. But, I thought it was more about sharing useful information, inquiring if we know a babysitter or where to take your dog to the vet. And, it does a great job of that.
So, maybe it’s just me, but I am not interested in the obsessive concerns about shady characters in the neighborhood or the car cruising through the neighborhood faster than the speed limit. I’ve been guilty of that. I’m all for living in a safe community and looking out for each other, but just because someone may not look like you or drive like you, doesn’t mean he’s a shady character.
Yes, we should care about our neighborhood, but often this blog gives me more laughs than comfort. Oversharing is just that. Sometimes too much is too much. Sorry you have digestion issues and you need to find a doctor, but really, we don’t need the details. Someone just had surgery and you want us all to wish him well – whoever he is. I’m not so sure a neighborhood blog is your best tool to reach the right audience. You’re thinking of buying a new dining room table. Go forth and spend. The blooming trees smell great and you want to share your thoughts. Super, but my wheezing noses and eyes have already alerted me to the lovely spring foliage. TMI, people.
Just to give you a flavor of what’s driving me crazy, here’s one of the latest:This one amazed me in that we don’t live near nightlife or a college, yet there are lots of adults up at 2 a.m. and ready to chat about whether it was a gunshot and at precisely what time it occurred. I know I’m not a night owl, but jumping on my phone or computer at 2 a.m. after I’ve heard a noise is not super intuitive to me.
And, there are these gems:
Occasionally, one of these conversations breaks into the equivalent of an online squabble. I guess it’s akin to shouting over your fence but within the comfort of your own home with your jammies on.
I know there are some pluses about these platforms and I appreciate the value they bring, but I’m still convinced that some people need to get out more, even if it is 2 a.m.