A couple of days back I posted this, semi ironically, on my fb status:-
‘…generally prefers status updates that are ironic or self deprecating…..and does not like ones that subtly or non subtly say ‘look at me: I am significant’….’
And a friend, also with a large dollop of irony, called me a miserable sod.
As far as FB goes, it led to quite a lot of posts/discussion.
I guess this post is something of an apologia…
I love hearing news- I love hearing good news; things that my friends have done, good experiences that they have had and things that have pleased them about their family. ‘Rejoicing with those who rejoice’ is something that, as I get older, comes easier: life is short and celebrate the good when it comes. That is one reason why I am part of Facebook; it is a shorthand way of catching up and a good background noise when I am online.
But…. But…… some postings seem to me to be so unremittingly positive; I guess that may well be the poster’s character. I wonder sometimes if the poster is scared of admitting anything less than positive.
I long for some light and shade; I love your joys- I even love your rampant self publicity (mea culpa) you don’t have to go so far and be embarrasingly confessional all the time, but just let us know that sometimes your children annoy you, you get sad, you long for more, some experiences make you miss people and occasionally you wonder what it is all about. If you don’t, your joys don’t seem like peaks to me, but rather your life seems like a blissed out and unobtainable plateau to the rest of us….
And if that makes me a miserable sod, then so be it.
I loved this response from another friend to my original posting:-
‘…has enjoyed a wonderful day with his beautiful wife driving his convertible Merc to his villa in Tuscany. Looking forward to a meal in the local Michelin restaurant to celebrate another successful business flotation and the 4 A* grades his son has got at A levels to get in to Cambridge. Looks like it may not be quite as good olive harvest this year as last from my private grove’.