I’ve spent a lot of time looking at myself in the funhouse mirror that is social networking. Playing in that arena for long enough makes you slightly psychotic, I think.
If you looked just at my blogs, you’d get a different picture depending on what you were reading:
I started looking at words, tags, SEO, pictures, and content.
I began to think about how to make people laugh, how to get the best response, and how to be true to myself. Online and off.
I started to think about my networks and what messages I was sending them… or if all the little pieces of myself coalesed into something that was closer to who I really am. I started to think about how I live my life, who I interact with, the projects that I take on, and what’s important to me.
The more I play in the world of social media, the more I like it – the more I feel like a real person and not just a college grad with a string of jobs behind him. The more I play, the bigger this sinking feeling gets and I ask myself, “What do I want to be in a year? In two? Where do I want to be? What do I want to be doing?”
I can think of a few things I want to do in the meantime: make myself my own superhero, continue to make people laugh, maybe figure out what I’m really supposed to be doing before I turn 25.
Social Networking and Superheroes – Who Am I?
If you looked just at my blogs, you’d get a different picture depending on what you were reading:
I started looking at words, tags, SEO, pictures, and content.
I began to think about how to make people laugh, how to get the best response, and how to be true to myself. Online and off.
I started to think about my networks and what messages I was sending them… or if all the little pieces of myself coalesed into something that was closer to who I really am. I started to think about how I live my life, who I interact with, the projects that I take on, and what’s important to me.
The more I play in the world of social media, the more I like it – the more I feel like a real person and not just a college grad with a string of jobs behind him. The more I play, the bigger this sinking feeling gets and I ask myself, “What do I want to be in a year? In two? Where do I want to be? What do I want to be doing?”
I can think of a few things I want to do in the meantime: make myself my own superhero, continue to make people laugh, maybe figure out what I’m really supposed to be doing before I turn 25.