My mom, nearly a year after her passing, has gone viral. It all started just before Thanksgiving. I was in avoidance mode, as best I can recall. Avoidance mode is where, as an adult, your undiagnosed, or self-diagnosed, ADHD kicks in, but only at the very moment you’re supposed to be doing something you’d rather not do. Take laundry, for instance. Runners up include, but are not limited to, mopping the floor, dusting, and cleaning out the cat litter box. For the sake of this story, we will assume the cat litter box was in desperate need of a thorough cleaning. I didn’t want to do it. So, I turned to the bane of my existence, my phone, specifically Instagram. In case you’re remotely interested, here’s my run down on the various social media formats. Facebook is for complaining, where we go to voice our disdain on everything from politics to healthcare to traffic. Once reserved strictly for the college students of the early aughts, you’re more likely to find your elderly Aunt Gladys on Facebook than any other site, due to the share tactic, a phrase I have expertly coined. You don’t have to do anything on Facebook to stay relevant. You can just share things. Missing puppy? I certainly need to share that post. Political upheaval solved by adhering to the ideologies of John Wayne (something my mother would have surely promoted)? I mean, the world needs to know this – share. What dog breed does Aunt Gladys most resemble? That one deserves a double share. None of these things are wrong, I attest. It’s just facts, ma’am. Moving over to Instagram, you encounter the snobs of the social media world. Grammers cannot be bothered with the opining of others. They are far too busy creating art, sharing other’s art, and making a variety of things look their debatable version of prettier. We grammers are most likely all enneagram 4s, caught in our moody feelings and needing an outlet for expression. Then, there’s Twitter. I cannot. Someone needs to explain Twitter to me. I have never been a Tweeter. I don’t Tweet well with others. It’s a mystery. But, Pinterest, on the other hand, is the thrift store of social media. Long forgotten favorites from years go by remain buried in an infinity of created boards where snippets of all the projects you wanted to do, all the haircuts you planned on getting, and all the outfits you intended on piecing together go to die. YouTube is basically a visual Pinterest, though it is the oldest of the social media formats. I issued a formal mental apology to YouTube recently. I didn’t care for it much, until I realized I am a visual learner who needs to see someone else do the thing I’m trying to figure out how to do. A great example is the flat iron curl. All the young girls curl their hair with a flat iron. Ask them how and they’ll all tell you the same thing. “You know, you just put your hair in the flat iron and it just curls.” But, flat irons are for straightening! YouTube to the rescue. Look long enough and you will find a video where a your age grown woman explains, and demonstrates, the way your wrist must flex and where your other hand needs to be in relation to your hair, the moon, and which direction the tide is heading. Finally, there’s the newbie to the group, the dreaded TikTok. Whether it’s really a result of China taking over the planet or the downfall of civilization by corny dance moves, Tik-Tok is the great melting pot of social media. Want to know what day to day life in prison is like? There are thousands of 3-minute videos where someone will look you in the eyes and tell you. Need to see how the interior design trends of 2023 are shaping up? Infinite designers are waiting to take you on tiny tours of Home Goods. But, be careful, so very careful. As you swipe up from video to video, seasons change outside. Days can go by in a flash. And, your brain will hurt - chicken dish, crazy dance, Bluegrass cover of a Metallica song, Parisian makeup, live police stop….. it’s bizarre but addicting. So, where does my mom fall in all of this?