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Why late night social media messaging could be dangerous…and painful

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I agree, social media is just that — an environment we willingly become a part of to share, chat, meet people and…be social. But there is a reason why Facebook, Twitter and Instagram have privacy settings; because even though these sites that are set up to expose the social butterfly in us all, they too understand that when you put yourself out there, you deserve some levels of protection and privacy. I’m a girl who loves to sleep and could very well turn into a pitbull if that’s rudely interrupted. But aside from the pesky annoyances early morning messages pose, I am a living example that sending online messages in the wee hours of the night could be dangerous…and in my case painful. I could’ve sworn someone was standing over me headbutting me repeatedly until I realised I fell outta the bed early one morning reaching for my cell phone. The monsterous “ping” sound it made indicating that I had just received a Faebook message sounded more urgent than the ones before, so I dashed to read it…lo and behold someone just wanted to say hi…at 2:10 a.m. And while that camoley bump eventually healed, I can’t even begin to tell you about the mental pain I often endure from getting those very scary midnight messages. Being the panicky person that I am I always think the worst first when my phone goes off. “Did something happen to my family members? Was there an accident? Did my baby sister lose another tooth? My dog! Oh gosh he died!!” I sometimes start to cry before I even read the message, because if you’re messaging at this hour, to me, it has to be something bad; something involving hospitals, police and ambulance sirens and maybe even death. But after taking my emotions on the Kamikaze ride at the carnival, that 8433124189_2bfc66be18_zdreaded message easily ends up being a “hi beautiful, I love your lips” message. REALLY?! That couldn’t wait until noon, until I’ve at least had my first mug of peppermint tea? I promise you sir (or ma’am) my lips look the same at 12:35 a.m. and at 12:35 p.m. Well, that is if I don’t trip down on my way running out the shower to read that direct message I just received on Twitter at 1:00 a.m., then my lips my just look like inflated life jackets…but you get the point. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love chatting and talking and meeting people and responding to their “hello” and “hi beautiful”…but, for real, timing is everything. Simultaneously getting messages at 4:30 a.m. from the iPad, iPhone and Mac Book Pro, depending on whichever has the strongest wifi signal, drives me insane and is for sure racking up my hospital bill treating these bumps, bruises and broken limbs I get every single time I dash for your messages. Social media is so dominant these days that no one is picking up the phone to actually call anymore. These messages are oftentimes how business deals are struck, love connections are made and people find about deaths in the family…sad but true. So like you, I take them seriously. Thank God for my mommy and grammy who, as she says, “Don’t have time to put my face in no book,” who still actually allow my phone to ring from time to time. Because for real, for real those pings and notifications are the devil! As I’m typing this though, I’m wondering…if my heart pounds out of my chest and I get the chills and sweats when my phone goes off…maybe I’m the crazy one. Sighs.

 

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  • Kyle Wilson
    October 26, 2014

    Those lip’s are a double edge sword.