Back in the social media stone ages when I first joined Facebook (circa 2006), there was no such thing as a status update. It was basically just a bunch of profiles and walls that you could write messages on. Ah, life was so simple back then.
Now every time I sign on, I’m barraged with links and updates and conversations and photos and stuff people “like” and my brain explodes.
But don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of Facebook. I “like” it, if you will. I think it’s really interesting.
Most of the time, I don’t care about 80% of the information posted by my Facebook friends, but scanning through their updates this morning, I started thinking that who I am friends with and what they are talking about really says a lot about me as a person.
And it seems that my status, according to Facebook, is that I’m getting OLD.
Here are some of the examples of the statuses I encountered in my news feed today:
“Headed to NC to meet our new nephew.”
“Happy anniversary babe!”
“I will not be one of those parents who talk about their kids’ bodily functions. But dude, omg. She’s so tiny!”
“Feeling sort of old because all I want is $$$ for Home Depot so I can get new faucets, sinks & light fixtures.”
“I have a dancing baby in my belly!”
“Happy 3rd birthday to my hilarious daughter!”
Yes, that’s right – my Facebook friends, most of whom I consider to be my peers, are all yammering away about babies, home improvements, and long-term relationships. Next thing you know, I’ll be seeing status updates about AARP discounts, playing Bingo, and what was for lunch in the retirement community cafeteria.
The days of reading about studying for tests, going to parties, and recovering from the subsequent hangovers have long since passed me by. Most of the people I associate with have become spouses, parents, homeowners, and working professionals.
Now there’s nothing wrong with this. As a 28-year-old woman who has matured at a relatively normal rate, you would hope that my friends and acquaintances would have done the same. But looking at their collective status updates today, I was suddenly struck by the fact that I am no longer in limbo between young professional, having fun, working for the weekend and settled, responsible, bill-paying adult. I am squarely in the settled, responsible phase.
Luckily, I’m ok with that. In fact, the settled, responsible phase is a lot more relaxing, involves a lot less drama, and I think I can hear my liver sighing with relief.
Thanks to my work friends for inspiring this post and telling me about this hilarious website showcasing parents on Facebook whose children will grow up with major privacy issues!
To all my Facebook friends – I hope you have a great weekend full of changing diapers, working overtime, driving mini vans, staying in on Saturday night, and doing all of the things us settled, responsible adults do!