5:21 a.m. My brain just wouldn't shut up. Here I am eating cereal (no coffee - I'm still optimistic about returning to sleep) and what's a 5:21 a.m. bowl of cereal without a helping of social media?
I just read a news story posted on Facebook. It was about a woman who died in her garage and wasn't found for years because she'd set up electronic payments so her bills just kept getting paid electronically. She'd quit her job and was out of touch with her family. Her neighbours were accustomed to her traveling a lot and figured that was why they didn't see her. No one missed her or wondered what happened to her until the money in her bank account ran out.
The story (link below) focused on how strange it is that people have these electronic doppelgängers which can live on as separate entities beyond our lifetimes.
A friend who died two years ago is still on my list of Facebook friends. Maybe she neglected to tell her family her password, or maybe Facebook doesn't let go of its inhabitants easily. I don't know. But I can go and look at the Facebook profile of my friend who is gone and miss her more knowing that this evidence of her electronic self is just an illusion.
I admit to being self-centred enough to sometimes ponder how people will remember me. Now there's a new wrinkle: will my social media doppelgänger affect that? As a society, how will our increasing use of social media to project ourselves and learn about others change how we're remembered?
I'm not sure where the differences between the me who goes to work and church and hangs out with friends and family and knits and laughs and lives in real time and the me who emails, posts, tweets and blogs lie. Which is the better self? Which is the real me?
7:01 a.m. now. No answers to this quasi-philosophical rambling. Perhaps if I drink some coffee, all will become clear as -- mmmm, French roast...