Elle tells it like it is

My relationship with social media is worse than a soap opera.  I hate and I love.  You may ask why I do this?  I do not know, but I feel it to be so, and I am tortured. (A poem I translated in Latin class years ago.)

I love catching up, seeing how people turned out, and checking out what we may/may not have in common on Facebook.  I love learning more about my friends.  I hate feeling like I haven’t accomplished enough in comparison, and I hate feeling like a failure as a woman because I do not have children.  I hate having to censor my status updates because my mom is there.  I hate getting a notifications flag, only to see that someone sent me a gift in a game I don’t play anymore.

Twitter is great, but 140 characters is not enough sometimes.  I also find that if I don’t check it religiously, I get lost.  TweetDeck still won’t send me a password reset code so I can use the nice, organized version on my new machine. 

And LinkedIn.  Oh, LinkedIn!  I feel like I could use you so much better than I do!  To link lots of people… or not.  To join groups - which ones?!?!  To leave my profile anonymous so people can’t see that I stalk them, or leave it open so I can see who is stalking me?  I