Nangle Natters: Antisocial media

The etiquette of Facebook is a tricky thing. I mostly use it to post if I’ve done something particularly ridiculous or joyful – like spontaneously burst into song about baked potatoes for dinner, or fallen in a manner that would have a toddler laughing with brilliant abandon and lack of balance. Of course I also share articles, pictures and videos of cute pandas too. The difficulty comes when there’s something really important happening in my personal life or the news, something that touches me – and I don’t say a word about it on social media.

The last few months have not been without these occasions. From the appalling events in Orlando to politically goalpost-changing Brexit, as well as celebrity – and non-celebrity – deaths, there’s been plenty to affect me. And I love that others have shared how they feel so passionately so publicly. My timeline shouts and thinks and feels gloriously. And it’s not that I don’t. It’s just these things are so very raw, that I’d hate to censor my friends their flippant barbs, but I won’t receive them. So instead, I feel privately. And admire those that can shout.