Saturday, December 24, 2011

The Three C's: Connecting and Communicating at Christmas

A couple of weeks ago, I came up with an idea for a new Christmas blog entry in the guise of a social experiment. (By the way, it's my blog so I can say "Christmas". If you like, feel free to substitute "Holiday", "Hannukah", "Solstice" or whatever favorite politically-correct flavored spirit you choose to imbibe this time of year.)

The premise of this experiment was to navigate my way down through my list of 400+ Facebook friends to see if I could write each person a unique, sincere and heartfelt holiday greeting based on our own individual relationship with one another. Pretty cool, right?

Polishing off my old McDonnell Douglas 1987 Florida State Science Fair Recognition of Achievement plaque, I sat down to flesh out my social experiment's hypothesis. The control was easy enough: communicating with each "friend" about the holidays. The variables, however, proved to be a bit more challenging to manage:

How do you communicate something so simple, yet so personal to a diverse group of individuals from my various walks of life; many of whom, I dare say, I've had actual in-person contact with maybe two times or less and some I've never even met!

This roadblock caused me to reevaluate the focus of this idea. The need to ask myself a series of self-evaluative, introspective questions arose:

- Who are your Facebook friends?
- What is the personal and quantifiable impact and the value of their friendship with you?
- Is there marked crossover between your real friends and your Facebook friends?
- And at least two dozen more queries which left me tied in 6-inch ribbon curls.

I was about to throw in the towel on the whole project, when a series of events over the last 10 days or so lit a path of discovery and inspiration.

It started with the most amazing evening with one of my dearest friends from my days in the pageant business. If the dictionary had a picture next to the words "true friend" it would be her beautiful Miss Illinois headshot. She is truly the best gift I could ever ask for. Ever!

The next day I had lunch with a couple of family friends. Inbetween bites, I noticed some twenty-somethings at the next table "voice texting" on their iPhones, which just seemed strange to me. I couldn't quite place my finger on it so later than night I pulled out my cell and unearthed this incredible feature on my smartphone...called a TELEPHONE! I determined I could actually use this device to personally reconnect with people as long as I had this mysterious nine-digit code called a phone number. Weird, huh?

This past week I enjoyed lunch and exchanging holiday pleasantries, cards and gifts with a couple of my favorite business colleagues (by the way, giving is hands-down my favorite part of Christmas) and then had a blast hanging out, karaoking and ringing in the holidays with many of my Elgin peeps at one of my favorite nightspots, Villa Verone.

The breakthrough for me, however, came this week when during one of my social media-induced comas I noticed a former colleague and friend, who I keep in touch with through Facebook, posted that she was coming home for the holiday weekend. My first thought was, "That's nice. I should comment on her post that we should get together while she's home to catch up." Silly, right? Then it hit me!

...3...2...1...we have comprehension!

Who are your Facebook friends? Right sized question, wrong shaped syntax.

Perhaps the more pertinent questions we should be asking ourselves are "How are you currently connecting with your friends?" and "What barriers are preventing your Facebook friends from being actual friends?"

Okay, this is going to blow your mind but the answers to both questions are actually one in the same: Facebook.

During my attempts to flesh out this social experiment, I looked back at the year that was for me. Despite what I would consider to be one of the most fulfilling years of my life, I actually discovered some startling and disappointing things about myself.

I used the term "fulfilling" to describe my 2011 because I feel like I really came into my own professionally this year. I am in a place now where I have renewed confidence in myself and all of my abilities and feel comfortable enough with this sometimes amusing puzzle I call Jason to add several new and exciting components to my plate to achieve a nice life-work balance. In other words, I am feeling fulfilled and want more of it in 2012.

The problem for me is I haven't been "fulfilling" my responsibilities to my friends and more importantly, to myself.

Look, I am certainly not the only person in the world whose busy workload affects my amount of personal free time. Hell, just look at the lack of updated content in this blog!

For someone like myself, who really places an enormous value on a person's friendship, it really saddens me when I look back at this year and realize that I haven't done a better job in holding up my end of that two-way friendship street.

When I do get the occasional opportunities to put the brakes on my life to stop and take in the sights, how do I catch-up with and communicate with my friends...my actual friends? How do inject myself into their lives and they into mine?

A Facebook post
A direct message
A chat
A Tweet
A Retweet
A Flickr photo tag
An e-mail
A text

My increasingly frequent use of social media as a communicational crutch with my friends and colleagues has made me a bad friend and has done them a complete disservice.

Whether out of convenience to accommodate our busy lifestyles or simple ambivolence to the dynamics of relational connection, the accepted societal norms of how we communicate with one another have shifted from less personal to more social. Society's loss, I guess.

What's worse? As much as I decry this, I hate to say it but I've just been too busy to notice or do anything about it.

In the end, sometimes it's just easier to fire off a Facebook message than to stop the world and take time out for people. Well who said something as important as real friendship was supposed to be easy? If it was, we'd all be making thousands of friends with as minimal an effort as clicking a mouse or tapping a key. Now where have I heard this concept before?

We spend valuable minutes and hours of our lives seeing what the digital projections of our contacts in Cyberspace are doing but we can't take five minutes to call that same person to see what they're up to? That stops for me now!

My New Year's Resolution [feel free to insert bad joke here about how long that will last] is striving for more personal connection with all the people in my life in 2012.

Now as a self-professed social media junkie, am I'm going cold Twitter turkey or closing up the Facebook shop? Are you kidding me? Hell no! Not by a long shot! The fact is communication amongst friends, colleagues, business contacts, even family members has changed and we either adapt or we die. I don't know about you but I have a lot of living left to do so I've decided on the former.

I love how social media enables me to stay in touch with people I know, people I used to know or even complete strangers who are just plain interesting. I will continue to use tools like Facebook, Twitter and LinkedIn among others to keep people abreast of what's going on in my life and check in to see what's going on in theirs. What I will no longer compromise on is the substitution of social media for relational connection with my friends.

Go back to my former colleague who came home for the holidays this week. In the past, I would have just commented on her post with a simplistic Christmas wish or perhaps some stupid, empty promise that we all have made before such as, "Hey! We should really get together soon," which we then, of course, never do.

The fact that I used Facebook as a means to successfully connect with her in person not only shows the value of social media as a tool in maintaining relationships but also reveals the true value of our friendship. That's what I want for my friends and for the important relationships in my life.

Birthday wall posts are great but if I value your friendship, this year you are going to receive a birthday phone call from me or at least an e-mail asking when we can go out to celebrate?

Should the need arise for me to discuss an important work or personal issue - whether its an idea I want to run past you, to get your advice on something or to tell you how I really feel about something - I'm going to make time for you in my schedule to talk with you in-person, face-to-face (your schedule permitting, of course) because I value and respect you and the impact your input can have on what I'm doing.

If I want to send "hugs" your way to tell you what you mean to me, I'll just come see you and hug you in-person over sending some spam-filled wall post from a convoluted Zynga-esque app.

And if for whatever reason you don't hear from me on any of the above, please call me to connect because it's awesome to know that you value our friendship together as well!

The point in all this is don't confuse communication with connection. Communicate with your Facebook friends. Connect with your friends.

Oh and despite the eventual failure of my overly-ambitious social holiday experiment, I am a man of my word. Although not personal to each of you, here is my Christmas wish (again, my blog so bite me PC holiday police) for all of my Facebook friends, which you can feel free to tag yourselves in:

Love and appreciate all of your friends, Facebook and otherwise, but cherish those who make your life so fulfilled by fulfilling their's with the best gift you can give: the gift of you.

Also here's a Christmas card for you with some of my favorite "hugging photos" of me and my friends. If you're not on here, then you need to grab a hold of me sometime this coming year so we can hug it out and take our pic for the Holiday Hugs Christmas Card 2012. I'll be waiting with arms wide open! :)

Thursday, September 1, 2011

My Inner Carlin's Social Media Pet Peeves

That's it! I've had enough. I'm tired of holding him back.

Ever since my comedic mentor, the honorable Mr. George Carlin, passed away in mid-2008 I've found my writing to be less inspired, less focused, less free-flowing, less edgy. In more recent times I've found it lacking, searching, wanting - in need of direction.

This powerful little voice inside me that steered my writing for lo these many years has become muted by the reign of terror I have allowed the political correctness police to enforce upon my sensibilities. I call it my "Little Carlin".

Some people get cravings for chocolate or cheeseburgers. This guy inside me has insatiable urges to wish someone to get run over by a bus or request that some douche bag's wang get slammed in a credenza drawer repeatedly. In fact, he has literally been dying just to politely tell some random brain dead moron who can't handle something as basic as 4th grade spelling to kindly F*CK OFF!

That's the Carlin way! That's my way!

So I'm doing it. I'm letting little George out of his cage to play! My Inner Carlin is back and he's chomping at the bit to blog!

DISCLAIMER: Keep in mind when you read this, it is not in fact Jason speaking, so if you are offended I apologize in advance. He does not speak for me - I speak through him. My Inner Carlin is a dychotomy of my thoughts transcribed and reinterpreted by the spirit form of George Carlin. (To be fair and keep this a family show, I'll add the obligatory text-based bleeps to keep the temperature at a comfortable PG-13 level.)

We'll start little George out with a gigantic softball-esque type topic like Social Media Pet Peeves, and then work our way up to more challenging subject matter, like basic math, in the subsequent weeks to come.

Here are some examples of My Inner Carlin's Social Media Pet Peeves:

[Your FB Name] is attending [Facebook Event] with 6 other friends.

Never mind the fact that the event is in Intercourse, PA and you live no where even remotely close. And even if you did, you really have no intention on attending anyway - you just like to f*ck with people who need an accurate event headcount so as not to order too much cheese whiz for these ungrateful sh*ts.

The Annoying-Random-Tweets-From-Your-Followers-That-I-Could-Give-A-Crap-About Daily is out! Top stories from @CelebIveNeverMet @HotBabeIHaveNoShotAt @NerdlingtheReaper

All my life I've aspired to be a lemming. Whenever someone tells me I should do something, I do it because I want to belong. I just want you to like me. If you are a spineless worm like me and do stupid things people you barely know ask you to do just to ingratiate yourself to them, repost this as your status - even for just one hour. I know 99% of you won't but God be with you. Lemmings are people too!

[Your FB Name] Blahblahblah...status update...whatever...more words...blahblahblah
Then, immediately following your post...
[Your FB Name] likes this

Well of course you like it you split personality jerk-off! It's your own damn post! Did you post your status, reread it and then realize, "Y'know, that's a great point! I really agree with that! I'm going to 'like' this comment I just made myself." Are you that insecure that you need positive reassurances from yourself? One other thing...who gives a sh*t?

#Trying #Desperately #to #Get #My #Tweet #Noticed #Using #Every #Possible #Hashtag #Puppies #Idol #FF #JustinBieber #NoticeMe #Please

Like our Facebook page and help us get to our goal of 1,000 followers!

Great! Your page's current number of followers: 57. Gotta learn how to tie your shoes before breaking the world record in the 100-yard-dash, sh*thead.

Interesting! #Obnoxiouslylonghashtagthatnooneelsewilleversearchforinamillionyearsnexttoacompletelyinnocuousrandomquip

[Facebook Friend That You Met In Person One Time] has answered a question about you! Click here to reveal the answer.

Essentially a complete stranger has taken time out of their busy schedule not only to think long and hard about all your quirky little idiosychrosies, come up with a question AND the answer to said question and even had the courtesy to post it to your wall wrapped up in a pretty little spam-filled package...and you have the audacity NOT to open it? How dare you, you mistrustful prick!

[Random LinkedIn Network Contact - let's call him Frank] is asking for a recommendation.

Outstanding! Oh my gosh, Frank! Wow! Where do I even begin? No seriously, where the f*ck do I begin? I don't even know this mope. I met him at some lame-ass networking expo that I only went to just to get another branded thermal beverage mug. My recommendation would be for you would be to eat sh*t, kiss my ass and get a better resume!

What a fun night!

Do us all a favor, dickhead. If your cell phone camera sucks, go take a close-up of a horse's ass with it and tag yourself in the photo.

OMG! This is crazyyyyy! You won't believe who is viewing your profile! Click to see your Top 10 Stalkers!

First of all, if there are at least 10 people viewing my profile I'll take that as a friggin' compliment. Secondly, if you are in fact dense enough to blindly click on that kind of an ambiguous link (or some of it's evil bretheren like the "Facebook-finally-has-a-Dislike-button!") then enjoy that raging case of diarrhea you're sure to get after taking a giant bite out of that spam sandwich. Bon appetit, f*cker!

[Your Name] just checked in at the bank ATM on foursquare.
[Your Name] just checked in at the parking garage on foursquare.

I understand your empty little life just wouldn't be completely fulfilled if you didn't unlock the Urinal Cake Badge upon check in at the men's room sh*tter at Gas City but realize the following: 1.) This is the Internet - home to one billion predatory, uber-horny, little cyber-wigglers (and growing by the hour) and 2.) The primary recreational activity in life of most of these creeps, aside from making sweet love to the Old Navy circular, is stalking innocent boys and girls who are just that f*cking stupid enough to broadcast their every whereabout.

I just checked in at the bank! Good! I'll be right over to rob you of the cash you just withdrew. I'm in the parking garage! Awesome! I'm making my way there now to rob AND rape you! Oh and since I know the one place you're not - namely, AT HOME - after I'm done with all of that I'll head over to your house, microwave your pet hamster and steal the rest of your belongings. Time to unlock the Stop Being a Dumb F*ck Badge.

Hmmm. Not bad for Little George's first night out of "cyber purgatory". Let's do this again real soon!