30 Day writing challenge Days 1, 2 and 3 :-)
Published November 3, 2015 by hrhdana
Five problems with social media
1-You can’t always tell tone.
A one word comment can start an entire war based in miscommunication.
2-Re-posters who don’t fact check.
Black Friday doesn’t come from slave traders selling slaves at half price the day after Thanksgiving.
Social media is chock full of people being disagreeable just to be disagreeable.
4-Although a great tool for organization we are subject to someone else’s “rules” for what is and isn’t allowable conversation. Facebook is a great example of people getting banned for even using the phrase “white people” while others spewing actual hate suffer no repercussions.
5-It takes longer to recognize someone isn’t who they claim to be.
People post what they want when they want. Social media profiles rarely give the entirety of a person. It can take a lot longer to realize someone isn’t the person that they are posting to be.
Your earliest memory
Memory is a funny thing. My earliest memory would probably be in preschool when I got to hold the rabbit for the class picture. It was a coveted thing. We all wanted to hold the rabbit. I don’t remember how or why I was chosen but I remember proudly holding that rabbit when everyone’s picture was taken. I also remember sitting in the corner for talking too much and getting in trouble while in the corner because I talked to the wall. I was angry because I didn’t feel I had been talking and I told the wall all about it. I remember the teacher telling my Dad when he came to get me and I remember both of them laughing before turning stern faces my way.
Your first love and your first kiss
My first love and my first kiss were definitely Gerald Bethel. I remember being in third grade and running around the playground while the boys chased us relentlessly. We ran for our lives with no idea why we were running or why they were chasing but it was fun. I remember the first time he caught me and kissed me. I remember the feeling of his chapped lips on my cheek. I remember feeling excited and confused. I remember taking off running again but checking to make sure he was following. Gerald was my first “boyfriend” I was convinced that I loved him and we were going to get married and live happily ever after. LOL
I was wrong.