Thankful. Grateful. Blessed.
It was 2010. MySpace was all but shuttered. There was a new social media addiction in town, something called Facebook. Once a place for lewd, online collegiate judging of the appearance of others (seriously, how vile), like the ultimate hot or not expose, Facebook was suddenly THE place for informing the masses what you planned on eating for lunch, why you disliked your job, and what makes you tick, according to a 52 point questionnaire where you were cajoled into revealing titillating info like your favorite lunchmeat and the names of the people you thought would be first to post their riveting answers to life. And, then, it happened. The clock struck midnight on 10/31 one year and we were all catapulted from quizzes who assigned you your official chosen Sanderson sister, based on your favorite style of architecture and whether or not you preferred apple cider over hot chocolate, to a barrage of daily mountaintop shout outs to, GULP, what you are grateful for, anyway. And, in typical social media style, if you don’t post about it, you clearly don’t really care about anything worthwhile, do you? This led to parttime jobs for all of us, dare we be viewed as ungrateful for the entire month of November, the thankiest holiday there ever was. “Today I’m thankful for my kids.” Really Sue? Were you actually contemplating posting something about your ability to take them or leave them? Worse were those folks who just couldn’t remember to post daily. “Have y’all noticed that Margaret only posted one time last week?” Never fear, Margaret will soon have 2 glasses of Merlot on a Friday night and give us the novel post on daily gratitude items that will take longer to read than Tolstoy. The hamster wheel of proving gratefulness was greased by the oil of peer pressure and the fluid of self-doubt. What am I saying, that manufacturing false gratitude for the purpose of “earning” a most grateful badge on social media isn’t really the purpose of practicing a habit of gratitude? Bingo.