Facebook posts reflect SuperiorI was a hard sell for Facebook participation. Now I am a daily user. User may be a more apt term than not, as the social media networking site can become quite addictive.
By: Judith Liebaert, Superior Telegram
I was a hard sell for Facebook participation. Now I am a daily user. User may be a more apt term than not, as the social media networking site can become quite addictive.
As a wise friend pointed out to me, Facebook is good for many things, like keeping in touch with friends and family, and taking a quick pulse on happenings in your circle of the world.
I have found it is a useful marketing tool, as well, since becoming administrator for no less than five pages (referred to as fan pages, but actually business marketing pages), only one of them mine.
I also belong to about half-a-dozen group pages with members who share similar interests. One of these is, You know you’re from Superior, WI when – . The “About” statement is simple. “If you are FROM Superior – you are SUPERIOR!!!”
It’s a great page where former and current residents of Superior share memories and exchange news. Ah, but it is not the Facebook equivalent of Utopia for those who linger in the virtual community. Dissenters lurk among the ranks of this closed group. They lay in wait; ready to drop their negative comments like a bucket of cold water on the warm-fuzzy rally.
Me? I like to give my attention to the positive spin, not only on Facebook but also for life in general. I happen to believe that what you give your energy to is that which grows best.
I make attempts to champion the fair City of Superior when naysayers malign it, but if they dig in their heels and double down on their gloomy outlook, I simply ignore them.
If they go off on too much of a rant on Facebook, or start to personally address my comments with their opinion of how uniformed, naïve or (my favorite) accusations that I must work for one or another corrupt civil office or greedy business that runs Superior, I block them.
I block them because while Superior is not perfect (show me any village, town or city that is), these people have no desire to become part of the solution to what ails us. They are far too happy wallowing in the muddy native clay to see the beauty and potential of a great city.
I shared this poem on the Facebook page, from a creased and yellowed clipping that I have kept since I was a young 20-something: Several who saw it, suggested I share it here, as well. To me, it says partaking in the bounty means shouldering the effort.
If you want to live in the kind of a town
That’s the kind of a town you like,
You needn’t slip your clothes in a grip
And start on a long, long hike.
You’ll find elsewhere what you left behind,
For there’s nothing that’s really new.
It’s a knock at yourself when you knock your town;
It isn’t your town – it’s you.
Real towns are not made by men afraid
Lest somebody else gets ahead.
When everybody works and nobody shirks
You can raise a town from the dead.
And if while you make your stake
Your neighbor can make one, too,
Your town will be what you want to see,
It isn’t your town – it’s you.
R. W. GLOVER
I have been accused more than once of wearing rose-colored glasses. I’ve been told that ignoring the problems at hand will not make them go away.
I see it differently. My pink-tinted vision takes shape by focusing on what could be, by seeing the possibilities, by setting my course for the moon.
And you know what they say. Shoot for the moon; if you fall short of your goal, you’ll still land among the stars.