I am feeling a little self-conscious about one aspect of this blog I write.
It involves the way I distribute it. I use several social media to disseminate my musings about this and/or that. One of them is Facebook.
This week a young man with whom I am acquainted complainedĀ about the politicization of Facebook. He told he has grown weary of all the back and forth, give and take, the jousting over political matters on a social medium that — as he understood it — isn’t intended for such discussion.
“It’s supposed to be a place where people ‘congregate,'” he told me.
True enough.
I mentioned to him that I distribute my blog through Facebook and other social media; I don’t think he reads the blog, so perhaps he learned something about what I do in my “spare time.” The blog does produce its share — or more than its share, perhaps — of comments from those who spend a lot of time reading other people’s posts. They engage each other. They take me to task for my posts; others of them endorse whateverĀ I am saying. They argue with each other, they get under each other’s skin.
I choose essentially to stay out of that kind of repartee. I prefer to post the item on my blog and then fire it off on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn,Google and Tumblr.
I don’t intend to politicize Facebook with these posts. I merely intend to get as much exposure as I can for my blog, which I enjoy writing immensely.
This exercise, which I pursue multiple times a day, is a form of therapy for me. It keeps me engaged in public affairs and the news of the day.
Sure, my blog content is mostly about politics and public policy; it’s also about slices of life and life experience — including retirement and grandparenthood. And, yes, I enjoy writing aboutĀ our adorable puppy, Toby.
Perhaps my sharing this fit of self-consciousness will help clear my head — and my conscience.
Actually, I feel a bit less self-conscious at this moment than I was when I began writing this post.
See? The “therapy” works!