A recent beer commercial featuring the "most interesting man alive" showed a closeup of his business card, which displayed "I'll call you". I need to have a card printed like this, for real. For some time now, I've been of the opinion that the New Cool is that nobody knows where I am, and nobody knows how to contact me. It's the polar opposite of the uber-connected celebrity wannabee.
Of course, to back-track, I've never had, nor wanted, thousands of "friends". I put that in quotations because in truth, you will never in your life have more than a handful of people who truly care about you, and if you don't understand that right now, you eventually will. This re-invention of the term "friend" is one of the things I object to, when it comes to social media.
Now to avoid the inevitable "fuddy duddy" label, I will admit to having Twitter and Facebook accounts, and this blog, and a website - although I use them rarely (point of fact, I have posted exactly twelve blogs in more than a year at this location). The day I believe social media is a good way to market a meaningful project, I will become more active for that singular purpose - and one day it will probably come to that. For now, I just feel like my creative visions and hallucinations are valuable commodities, along with their concurrent printed words and images. I'm not giving it up for free. Now - were not talking about my sex life here - which actually IS free but non-existent and therefore irrelevant.
So as a method of vomiting up volumes of personal observations, social media possesses no appeal for me. Sometimes I test the waters, posting a photo or text or two, to see if anyone is actually listening. It's amazing to me how many people respond, in my purposely limited network. (I have exactly 100 friends on Facebook, and that's a fine number to satisfy my OCD.)
And it's not just a matter of money. I like money, but its only purpose in my life is to fund my next personal creative objective - not to buy objects, and certainly not to make people "like" me. Maybe that's the ultimate "cool" - that nobody likes me. I might unwittingly become the "Next Big Thing".
