Evidently some groom recently updated his Facebook status while still at the altar. On the one hand, that makes me feel much better about my social media addiction. On the other, it concerns me for the future of our society and our need to be constantly wired.
Granted, it did make sitting in traffic in Bentonville at 5 p.m. this afternoon a little more tolerable since I was able to tweet about it during my inching forward (yes, I know it's illegal... shut up). I suppose that's what most of this boils down to after all. Social media has become a venue for the narcissist in all of us to make ourselves heard. Let's face it, when 72 people are reading your 140-character updates 27 times a day, they care about your innermost thoughts, right? They want to know what I had for dinner. How I feel about work. What I think about Alex Tejada missing that field goal.
And so it validates us. Some of life's biggest weirdos have a lot of so-called friends on Facebook. Anyone can be cool in cyberspace I suppose.
But at the end of the day, all the tweets and status updates and text messages in the world don't make up for human interaction. Isn't that right, random person reading this whom I don't know?
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