I am surrounded by close people I don’t know anything about. They are my “friends”, part of my “groups”, my “followers”, my critics, my readers. Sometimes I feel important, because a person out there took the time to revised my writing (like this blog you are reading) and add a comment. But most of the times I feel the pressure to become relevant, fun, worth noticing. Why do we always want to please strangers? Do we take the same care when dealing with our real friends and our beloved ones?

I came to think of these since I spent the weekend with my father and his wife, who were visiting me (they live in the country), and at the same time I was dealing with my teenagers’ bad behavior and lack of cooperation. Anyone who has re-married and started a life together carrying their respective children knows this is not an easy task. Establishing rules that apply to all is the way to go, but there are always resistances and rivalries. Now, if dealing with teenagers in general is difficult, you have to add the fact of a different upbringing and the idea they just have to respond to their own parent.

As in the world of social media, I would like my step children and my own to become my followers, my friends, and my intelligent readers, because they find me interesting enough. And, if I get annoyed, be able to block them, ignore them or delete their nasty comments.
Well, that was me and my thoughts during a convulsive weekend. Things are going back to normal and I am practicing social media in real life: short messages, fun stuff, and relevant content to talk about. I hope they will follow.

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