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To social network? Or to not social network? That is the question.

I’ve thought a lot lately that social networking these days tells us too much. Even down to how it works, for example some sites show you what people like or what they’re looking at and frankly I don’t want to know.

This has all came to mind because I’m currently trying to not think about someone, I don’t want them in my head, it’s for my own good. Sometimes people just need to drift away for a bit before they can come back (irrelevant, back to social networking) And these platforms are all blasting me with information I could do without. I don’t want to know so-and-so has liked fourteen pictures of the same person AGAIN. Or that that guy has gone and watched so many videos on something I couldn’t care less about.

It isn’t even our fault. We’re going about our daily business and doing whatever we want and these sites are tracking this and sharing that information. Kudos to the people that delve into their settings and turn it all off but most just aren’t even aware of what’s being shared.

Then there are things that are down to the people rather than the sites themselves. Some people are just plain hopeless, there is a difference between liking pictures and SHARING pages and pages of stuff that no one wants to see. When someone purposefully clicks on something to share it with their friends I wonder do they realise just how ridiculous it is sometimes?

An example, one girl on Facebook shares an album entitled McDonalds selfies. In this album there are an array of different poses all taken in the TOILETS. Just WHY? I can understand a bar or a club or something, everyone’s a bit drunk “hey let’s take some pictures“, that’s fair enough, but in McDonalds? Really? Priorities, people. I don’t look at these and think “I wish I was her, her life is so glam.” Sit down and finish your chicken nuggets.

Another example of annoying public declarations is drunken ramblings. Yes, we’ve probably all felt like it at some point, but most of us have the restraint to leave it. There’s one guy on Twitter, never met him, but I know when he’s had a night out because the next day is a constant string of:

“HOW DID I GET HOME?!”

“WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!”

“I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENNNNNED!!!”

That’s because he looks 15 and he’s acting like a 7 year old with alcohol problems. Why share that kind of information? It only makes him look like an idiot when really he’s probably trying to act like his view of what ‘older’ people do. Sometimes growing up for the sake of growing up isn’t a valid reason for going out and making a fool of yourself.

The opposite of this is quite nice in some respects. Some people barely use Facebook or Twitter for a stream of consciousness and actually use it for SOCIAL NETWORKING, i.e talking to people and being social. Rather than broadcasting their latest fast food photoshoot. This leaves their private life private and their public life pleasant for conversation if ever you might bump into them, as opposed to a very public breakup where the two parties argue on a post and leave 100 comments back and forth. Why not just do that over the phone like you’re supposed to?

Personally I don’t think I’ll ever understand, I think right now for me social networking is a tad redundant. I can’t be bothered, and it leaves me wondering whether or not it’s necessary for day to day life.

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Why I read.

I wasn’t always the type of person to enjoy reading a book. I’m only 18 now and frankly I didn’t start to enjoy it until about a year ago, which was lucky because by then I’d already settled on studying English Literature which, as you might guess, involves a lot of reading.

Just finishing up my latest venture into the written word and I had that amazing feeling of clarity. That feeling is what I search for in novels.

I love beginning a book not knowing what’s going to happen, it’s that feeling of stepping off the stairs into the darkness below trusting that there’s another step to catch your fall. I like that feeling, and it escalates as the novel continues, throwing facts and details at you that individually make no sense but in a bigger picture with context make a world of sense.

You start to draw conclusions and links between things that haven’t quite happened yet, in the hope that they will and prove you right. Eventually you end up with a web of speculation, the novel is the torch shining through those intricate details, just waiting to illuminate some major plot point to tie it all together.

Eventually it gives you a glimpse towards the end and it’s suddenly locked on and focused to the end goal, the big reveal, when it all concludes in sudden realisation. Everything falls into place, those loose ends? Consider them dealt with. Characters become fully rounded and you’re left to ponder what may happen next.

It’s sad though, I find it sad at least, that books have to end. Sometimes I think I’d be quite happy to suspend myself in this world created by the author and go about my days following a main character and their interactions but that’s the reality of it. It has to end, I have to come to acceptance with this every time I read a book.

Just some musings I found myself thinking of while finishing a novel. Hope you agree!