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I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Signed Off

April 26, 2013 by Margie Clayman 13 Comments

189512184_95a0d4ca45_mI often wonder what a poet like Emily Dickinson would make of today’s online world. In the 19th century she wrote a poem about the moment of her death. People often imagine what it would be like to attend their own funerals. Would people say nice things about them? Would that jerk who picked on them in fifth grade break down in a puddle of remorse and grief? Would that person they had always lusted after admit, just too late, that they had felt the attraction?

The online world is so hypnotic in part, I think, because we can create scenarios where we can actually witness how people might talk about us at our funeral. Consider, for example, what happens if you decide to go off the grid for a long time. When you come back, isn’t it interesting to see who started to wonder where you were? Who noticed you were gone? Who started to leave notes of concern because you suddenly had gone quiet?

How many times do you sign off and then take a quick peek on your phone to see who says, “I’ll miss you!”?

And yet, these are dangerous games we play. Trying to manipulate daily, weekly, or monthly grieving for our absence can have dire consequences. The most obvious one is that for many people, the online world is something that is engaged in with something short of full attention. When people sign in, they are here to promote their thoughts, their content, their ideas – themselves. This is not to say that they fail to enjoy your company when you’re around, but your absence may not leave an impression on them. Indeed, as sad as it is to ponder, it might not even register with them that we’ve been gone for ages (like, two days or so). For people who depend on the online world for their sense of well-being, this could be devastating. It could lead to a downward spiral. “No one cares about me, see, I told you!”

The online world is seductive. You can be anything you want to be. You can even post pictures of people who aren’t you and pretend that it is you. You can create  a voice for yourself. In fact, bloggers are told that this is a must. You can highlight only the parts of your life that are most spectacular, and indeed, you can make those up too.

What we can’t make up, however, is that real feeling of human connection. This is what people who purchase fans and followers really miss, I fear. You could have 50,000 followers, 100,000 blog subscribers, however many fans you can muster on Facebook, but how many of those people are connected enough with you that they would notice your absence? Taking it one step further, how many would begin to get concerned over a longer period of time? For people who depend on these followers for affection, validation, or positive reinforcement, this lack of attention, perceived as lack of care, could, I hypothesize, be rather a hard blow.

Is this why people seem so antsy when it comes to the online world? Are people looking for a type of fulfillment that seems so much within reach, but then floats away out into the ether? Is this why people sometimes cry out for attention, because they want to know someone really does notice them and acknowledge their existence?

Are we playing with fire here?

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  1. RaulColon says

    April 27, 2013 at 12:23 am

    Pretty interesting that sometimes we do project the best of what our day is. 
     
    Only the brave ones project when things are going wrong. 
     
    I really had to think about this post for a while before I commented and will continue thinking of many points you make here. 
     
    I am not sure if we are playing with fire but many are and they don’t realize it.

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    • margieclayman says

      April 28, 2013 at 7:38 pm

      @RaulColon Indeed. That last bit is what I’m most worried about. Thanks, sir.

      Reply
  2. Martina McGowan says

    April 27, 2013 at 12:48 pm

    The answer to your last few questions, Margie is yes.

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    • margieclayman says

      April 28, 2013 at 7:38 pm

      @Martina McGowan That’s what I’m afraid of =/

      Reply
  3. Faryna says

    April 28, 2013 at 6:57 am

    Your questions about what connection remind me now of Michael Robert’s poem, Ultramarine – in which Solomon searches, foolishly and heroically, for the ‘perfect blue.’ Perhaps, Nietzsche would say, “it’s all too human.” But not in fist-banging-on-table, contemptuous defiance of our humanity!
     
    Ultramarine
     
    Looking for the perfect blue,
    water to swim in, not through,
     
    to fill his sea, his massive bowl
    of hand-thick bronze which should hold
     
    more than light (its dozen
    compass-pointing bearer oxen
     
    braced in constant expectation),
    Solomon scoured every nation
     
    for a colour that was right.
    Now and then he would catch sight
     
    of utter blue as he bent down
    in some remote spice-scented town
     
    to wash a day’s heat from his face,
    but when he moved the dish – no trace.
     
    If water needed Autumn’s slant,
    the market traders’ day-long chant,
     
    a smell of orange, sandalwood
    elusive as the blue in blood,
     
    then he would reproduce it all –
    and this was wisdom. Some would call
     
    it waste, a bad example;
    some will never build a temple.
     
    – Michael Symmons Robert

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    • margieclayman says

      April 28, 2013 at 7:38 pm

      @Faryna Interesting connection. Thanks Stan!

      Reply
  4. Craig McBreen says

    April 29, 2013 at 11:47 pm

    Mass attention is seen as the golden nugget. It’s something that is so hard to get to, then so fleeting, then … crash and burn time. Used to be there were a select few who went through this kind of cycle (entertainers), but seeking the empty fulfillment (that instant dopamine rush) which is so much a part of all things social media … well we see this same cycle with a much larger group of people now …
     
    We can each be our own little hot mess. And if we do rely on this fickle online bubble to keep us happy that’s probably a sign that we need to change habits, quickly before the vortex consumes us. But really it’s hard to fight off the dirty bugger, because most of us do crave that rush of attention, it’s only human.

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    • margieclayman says

      May 2, 2013 at 12:04 pm

      @Craig McBreen Yes indeed. Well said, sir.

      Reply
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