No Facebook And Grandmom Wasn’t Happy…

While I was inactive for a week off Facebook, my grandmother religiously send me messages every single day. I wanted to screenshot her comments and posts but I’m pretty sure that would just put me on her “-ish list” even more than I already am.

This assignment was a bit unfavorable for both myself and my loved ones. You see, I’m a Facebooker. I’ve been part of Facebook scene since 2010 and have enjoyed being amongst the community ever since. I have a little over 350 friends, all of whom I either grew up with as a child, had classes with throughout college, worked with at former jobs, met through mutual friends or interests, or are associated by DNA. It’s an outlet in my life where I share my day-to-day whereabouts, thoughts, but mostly my culinary creations and explorations; my Facebook is basically a food diary. Sadly, when I was instructed to refrain from logging into my account for a solid week… I panicked. That sounds silly, but I did! It’s not as though I couldn’t live my life without Facebook it’s just that I choose to live my life with Facebook. I sound like George Costanza…

“You see, right now I have Relationship George. But there is also Independent George. That’s the George you know, the George you grew up with… Movie George, Coffee Shop George, Liar George, Bawdy George.”

“I love that George.”

“Me too, and he’s dying! If Relationship George walks through this door, he will kill Independent George. A George divided against itself cannot stand!”

In other words, I thought Face(less)Book Gina would take away from Facebook Gina, Foodie Gina, Friend Gina, Granddaughter Gina (umm, I plead the 5th), Classmate Gina, and Creative Gina.

Listen, I will own up and admit that sometimes I shouldn’t be going through my newsfeed or reminiscing through old photo albums out of boredom. I understood the assignment’s message: we are all buried in our phones and computer screens. Understood. Noted. Respected. But let me play devil’s advocate for a moment. I am not on Facebook to watch Vines hours on end, anticipate how many likes I get on my profile picture, or have political debates over conflicting topics. If that’s what you do, hey, someone’s gotta fulfill the job! More power to you. As for me, Facebook is a site that lets me connect and ultimately brings happiness into my own and others’ lives. What do I mean by that? Well, my Facebook, as I stated above, is primarily where I showcase original recipes or photos of grub I order out (i.e. restaurants, drive-ins, diners, hole-in-the-walls, mom and pop bistros, etc.) in order to promote others to eat well, develop their tastebuds, and venture outside picky and finicky comfort zones. I like the idea of pushing everyone’s boundaries through food. Food is adventurous! Food is enticing! Food makes us happy!

Just some photos of food I’ve taken over the past few months.

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Reader, let it be known that it was a very, very depressing week.

Sure, I cooked and I went out to eat. Please! Pass up on an opportunity to check out a new bakery? You must be out of your mind! I enjoyed every meal I prepared and every snack I purchased. Yet, something was missing from the experience. I wasn’t gaining the same satisfaction as I normally did when I’d whip out my phone, take a photo, post with a funny caption, and add the location onto my Facebook page. I realized that the joy of eating revolved around the sharing of the experience and of the memory. I was missing the fulfillment of other’s posting, “Oh my goodness! That looks divine? Where can I get it?” and I missed stimulating conversations that revolved around… you guessed it… FOOD!

For that entire week I felt incomplete. I didn’t have any more or less time on my hands I just felt like my time was not being used to the best of its capability. I’m a week behind on sharing my foodie experiences. You may be thinking, “Why not just share the photos you took while off Facebook online now?”. I’ll tell you why! It defeats the purpose of that “in the moment” experience. If a restaurant has a special on a Sunday and it’s now Wednesday and you decide to post a photo or status of that special, don’t you think people would get a little agitated if they went to the same restaurant only to find out they’re three days behind? I know I would be. You don’t mess with a woman’s hunger cravings. It’s as bad as messing with a grandmother’s access to communication via Facebook. Ain’t nobody got time for that!

All in all, this assignment did prove a few things. For one, I have a little bit of an obsession with food than I had originally diagnosed myself with. That’s a positive aspect and I’m embracing every ounce of it. Secondly, social media (when used correctly) is so vital to our everyday lives in terms of communication. I genuinely missed exchanging a mutual admiration for all things food with my Facebook friends and family. It was something I didn’t realize I enjoyed on such an emotional and intellectual level; it’s a pretty fascinating and interesting connection. Most of all, being M.I.A. from Facebook showed me how much someone’s absence can affect others. By that I mean… I should probably stop blogging and give my grandmother a call to explain why I haven’t “liked” all the posts she’s shared to my page. Perhaps bribing her with a batch of cookies from the new bakery I checked out when I wasn’t allowed on Facebook will lift her spirits. It’s worth a shot.

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1 Comment

  1. I love the Seinfeld reference you made! I feel like Seinfeld is more of an underrated show but… It does have it’s fans.

    I feel like we all did something similar to what you did with going out to eat. I know personally, my bank account took a major hit with all the purchases I was making through Amazon.

    I’m glad you touched on your absence affecting your Facebook friends. Honestly, I had maybe… 15 of my ~400 “friends” notice I was dormant for the week. Which made me question why I was friends with some of these people on Facebook anyway.

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