My So-Called Perfect Life

For the most part, I find Twitter to be a good representation of life. There are good times, and there are tough times. Facebook, on the other hand, seems to be full of happy perfect lives. Children are always well-behaved and gifted. Friends have either lost all their baby weight three weeks after giving birth, or else they are on holiday every month. Husbands are always buying their wives designer handbags and cars with giant bows on them. I mean, where do you even find a giant bow that doesn’t look too small on an SUV? Is there a specialist website? Do car dealers keep them in the back room to help close the deal with these generous husbands?

But I digress. Life is not all caviar and champagne. Not even if you can afford caviar and champagne every day. Life is tough enough without having to compete and live up to a life that no one is actually living. Some of the statuses reek of sadness and insecurity. I use Facebook to communicate with my friends and family who are all over the world. I love looking at their photos and seeing what is happening in their lives. 

But come on Facebook friends, let’s take a break from these exaggerated status updates. Tell your so-called friends what life is really like. What’s really on your mind? ‘My husband leaves his dirty pants on the floor’, ‘my child is three years old and still wears nappies’, ‘I am three stone overweight’, ‘I haven’t showered in three days’ – these are just some of the status updates we might see. Not from me obviously, my life really IS perfect.


 

And then the fun began...