Memoria, Social Media & The Evolving Door

My mum almost fell out of the car, it was a sharp turn and somehow, she bended dangerously on the right side of the road with one eye licking closely the tarmac while the other one desperately instructed her left arm to catch my father’s hand. How could this has happened?

Well I am not sure I was in the back seat watching the landscape but I guess the main contributing factor was obviously that the passenger door was not fully shut, and I may also have to remind you that seat belts were still not mandatory in those days for the tired Renault Family 4 L.

That simple fact drew the line between an almost tragic incident against something you would barely remember. I don’t know anything about the symbolic of the door but there is probably more that meet the eye besides just being a mechanical entry or protection system.

The reason I thought about this incident has nothing to do with cars or anything of the sort but I was imagining social media as being a vast and grand hotel and how very often you must go thru revolving doors to reach the reception desk. I know I know, it is a funny and twisted bridge for a conversation but this is how my small brain is functioning. So, hotel as a metaphor for social media as a playground it is.

You log in at the reception and you may choose to walk off directly to your profile or maybe you choose to set off to the bar for an impromptu conversation, some prefer more formal discussions in a conference room, others again privilege one to one engagement at the restaurant with a messaging table for two.

There is a lot of choice whereby you can enjoy a fitness talk at the Gym or retreat to the library for an intimate read. You may agree that customer service and front of the house staff is paramount to the experience, sometimes that’s how you get a great review on Trip Advisor.

At that point you may also think that I live in a bubble where bullying, trolls, blocks, attacks and hordes of bitter wanna be cooks who despise the chef’s cooking don’t exist. They do but they can fill a complaint form it’s their prerogative. Sure, they do exist and they are customers too but do I have to talk about them if I don’t want to? I don’t.

It is easy to focus on all the negatives and get dragged into semantic conversations about the colour of the wall paper and toilet rolls, some have their merit when constructive I suppose. I am not naive or dismissive but to quote a local band from around here maybe some have not found what they were looking for. If you don’t like a hotel you are staying in you don’t come back do you? 

Personally, social media has made me a more curious person, I grew up as an individual, I have been able to express myself in ways that I did not even suspect I was capable of, I have built up a posse of contemporary voices which I am glad to say has been instrumental in opening a few evolving doors.

I found that for the most part those of have parked their own inhibitions are thoughtful and caring…….

I found that for the most part people are giving and sharing…….

I found that for the most part comrades are feeling unrestricted to show love and compassion….

I found that for the most part folks are considerate....

I found that for the most part social media inhabitants are daring, learning and are not as sceptical as I thought……

I found that for the most part that the general population is composed of generous souls except for the ones I have not fought…….

I have sometimes bumped into unexpected gems, and I for once have been given the privilege every now and again to witness little social media miracles

What about you?

Amber Run

I'll use you as a warning sign

That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind

And I'll use you as a focal point

So, I don't lose sight of what I want

And I've moved further than I thought I could

But I missed you more than I thought I would

And I'll use you as a warning sign

That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

Right in front of me

Talk some sense to me

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

Right in front of me

Talk some sense to me

And I'll use you as a makeshift gauge

Of how much to give and how much to take

I'll use you as a warning sign

That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

Right in front of me

Talk some sense to me

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

Right in front of me

Talk some sense to me

Oh, and I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

Right in front of me

Talk some sense to me

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

Right in front of me

Talk some sense to me

Songwriters

Joshua Keogh

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Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Peter Steiner Man Standing

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