It’s difficult to predict how this will impact society, but… ah, well, no it’s not. This is the fucking end of days:
CHICAGO — Add “Facebook depression” to potential harms linked with social media, an influential doctors’ group warns, referring to a condition it says may affect troubled teens who obsess over the online site.
Depression among teenagers is no surprise. No high school is complete without it’s cache of cliques, internal conflicts and hazing.
But the Huffington Post does raise a good point:
With in-your-face friends’ tallies, status updates and photos of happy-looking people having great times, Facebook pages can make some kids feel even worse if they think they don’t measure up.
It can be more painful than sitting alone in a crowded school cafeteria or other real-life encounters that can make kids feel down….
The trials and tribulations of high school are no longer limited to locker room wedgies, vicious beat downs and cafeteria seclusion. Now, the Kung Fu grip of teenage angst reaches right into your bedroom. Your happy place doesn’t sound very happy anymore, does it?
Aside from debating the reality of Facebook Depression (it doesn’t take the American Academy of Pediatrics to figure out that “in-your-face friends’ tallies, status updates and photos of happy-looking people having great times” can make a left-out kid feel depressed), these kids are becoming more concerned with their online personas than they are with real life. It’s not enough to fuck the prom queen anymore – you need to have more friends than her on Facebook.
I’ve said before that one’s social media presence is a subconscious projection of one’s ideal self image. When you’re a teenager, going through massive changes and drama, what have you got if not your ideal, INTERNAL self image? By projecting it into the social web you’re opening yourself up to scrutiny or comparison. Some of these kids are just putting themselves out there and they don’t stand a chance.
What are we going to do when this generation of sad clowns become responsible for real world issues? I wish I could make some humor out of it, but all I can think of is that we’re fucked.
Beef Supreme is Editor-in-Chief of the Idiocratic Post.