I had my first sip of Facebook kool-aid in 2007, and have been an avid and active user ever since. I work at home, and FB is my office water cooler. It's the place where I catch up on people's lives and activities, and where we swap banter over current events and pop culture. To my surprise, it also became a place where acquaintances turned into friends (as in real-life, face-to-face friends), where I reconnected with more distant friends and relatives, and where I met new people.
More recently, I have also used Facebook extensively to help promote my choir association, Kokopelli, via its
Facebook page (currently with 2,449 "likes").
Before this week's readings, however, I had never really thought of Facebook as a narrative tool. But, buried amongst the memes and cat videos, people do use it to share stories. For example, my friends had the chance to follow me and my family over the past couple of weeks during our vacation in Orlando. In cases like this, I do try to craft my narrative for an audience—sticking to photos and updates that (hopefully) people will find entertaining, or at least not tiresome.
In the process of my 7+ years on social media, Facebook has also become my personal journal—even though I've never thought of it that way. Over my lifespan, I've tried and failed several times to keep a regular journal. Now, with some serious technological mediation, I may have succeeded. I can dig my way back through my timeline and get a pretty good sense of who I was and what I was doing in 2008, or 2010.
Facebook even regularly gives me opportunities to enjoy slick personalized video retrospectives—for example, last year's clever "Look Back" videos (created via some mystical Facebook algorithm). And, of course, Facebook adds the ever-present invitation to share them. Got a minute?
Here's mine.
For this assignment, I also took a few minutes to examine my current News Feed in search of other people's narratives.
A choir acquaintance has been struggling with school, finances, a bad cold, and some depression. Going through the last two weeks of her feed, I can follow her story—her dark moments, her efforts to raise her spirits. Facebook gives her a place to vent, to process her feelings, and to seek (and find) solidarity and support.
A young parent took his little guy to emergency with mysterious leg pains. In the middle of the night, he shared his story (and his worries) on Facebook, and the next day he posted a detailed update of the happy ending. Again, he's just an acquaintance, but I felt connected (and deeply sympathetic) to his narrative.
I hear all the usual complaints about Facebook—it's a forum for narcissism blended with utter inanity, it's a ploy to harvest our data and enslave our brains—but it works for me.
References
A Look Back. (n.d.). Retrieved February 8, 2015, from https://www.facebook.com/lookback
Kokopelli Choirs. (n.d.). Retrieved February 8, 2015, from https://www.facebook.com/kokopellichoirs