I tend to avoid personal growth like the plague. Or pleated pants.
If something’s going to inspire soul-searching, introspection or the pain of change, I’m out.
But Vickie’s great post about Twitter got me thinking, which led to that dreaded introspection—and a discovery.
I’m afraid of social media.
I’m terrified of Twitter, petrified of Pinterest, and intimidated by Instagram. I can Facebook. Kind of. But that’s only because I’ve posted about silly stuff for years.
It’s this business of “professional” posting as part of the author gig that sends me into a tailspin of hyperventilating anxiety. Despite the fact that I ghost-post for my clients on social media, I’m the very definition of socially awkward.
Want someone to show up at your party with salsa stains on her shirt? Invite me.
Looking for a conversationalist well-versed in awkward pauses and far too much information about serial killers?
Call me. Or don’t. I won’t answer because I don’t do phones.
Social media amplifies my concerns about doing the wrong thing, saying the wrong thing, or the grown-up equivalent of not getting picked for the kickball team. Each time I log into a social media channel, I’m paralyzed by indecision.
What am I supposed to tweet about?
Which is better: liking or re-tweeting?
Is there a re-tweeting protocol?
How does one craft a visual brand?
What’s a filter?
Should I share that picture of what I’m pretty sure is a planter’s wart as a way to double-check symptoms?
Even Facebook seems fraught with pitfalls:
Do I post author news only on my author page and personal stuff only on my personal page?
Is tagging people to congratulate them okay, or does it just give them one more thing to deal with?
Do I wish a Facebook friend (but not a real-life friend) a happy birthday? Or is that the digital version of sending a singing telegram to someone’s workplace: a nice gesture, but….
So many questions. So much awkwardness. And so many social media mistakes already made.
I’ve tagged the wrong people, mixed up my personal and author page posts and, my personal favorite, accidentally used the ha-ha laugh icon rather than the love/heart one due to phone glitches. Which means that I’ve ha-ha’d surgical updates, children’s performances, and wedding photos rather than loved them.
Yeah, not good.
I’ve also accidentally used a question mark rather than an exclamation point when replying to someone’s post. “Congratulations?” sounds a LOT different than “Congratulations!”
The saving grace is that despite my incorrigible awkwardness, my author and reader friends on social media welcome me with open arms and nary a side-eye. They respond to my attempts to reach out with love and support. They share my happiness. Commiserate. Celebrate. Treat me like one of the gang, even though I feel like the new girl at school.
This new girl:
How about you? Are you a social media maven? Do you tweet triumphantly and Facebook fabulously? Or is the social stuff, both online and digital, hard for you? Please share. In the meantime, I’ll be posting photos of my foot on Instagram.