Why Bars Are Better Than Facebook

So…I’m reaching the point in the year where I’m getting fed up with the bullshit on Facebook.  When I find myself saying ‘Lighten the fuck up people, it’s only Facebook’ more often than I say, ‘wow…that’s cool,’ then I know it’s time to dial my exposure down a bit. I don’t think I need to walk away cold turkey like before, but I’m gonna be slowing my roll a bit.

As I was in the shower today I thought of two funny ‘eCards.’ One was just the phrase “Alcohol. The original Social Media.” The other was a picture I took a while  back of shots all lined up on a bar and I would caption it “The original Friend Request.”

Rather then re-hash all of my “Facebook is the Anti-social Devil” bullshit today I thought I’d switch gears (oh, don’t worry, I will re-visit the irony of calling Facebook a ‘social’ network again in the future, but not just yet).

So…all the lines of the whole Bars: The Original Social Network theme, I thought I’d go in to why Bars are better than Facebook. You have to understand that I wrote this whole thing in my head this morning on my commute in to work and I’m sure by now I have forgotten most of what made me chuckle as I was dodging the idiots on the road.

You Control the Newsfeed

  • Wanna see sports only? Go to a sports bar. Upscale hoity toiletry? Yup, hit one of those bars with an accent in their name. Boobies? Yeah. They have bars for those, too. Easier than hiding the feed, just walk out, find another one. Some bars are a combination…the booby/sports bars have the best of both worlds, from what I hear.

No Annoying Ads

  • Ok sure…sometimes bars have vendors in that are hawking the latest pineapple daquiritaberry flavor, but so what? Normally that results in free drinks. And a lousy free drink is still infinitely better than no drink at all and a damn sight better than getting annoying posts about Bill Shatner’s new Asteroid Watch. I’m fucking sick of that thing.

Your Privacy/Anonymity Is TOTALLY In Your Control

  • Seriously. There is no email verification. Only the bartender knows your real name, Mr. Sumner. Otherwise, be whoever the fuck you want to be. And, if you pay in cash, you are completely off the grid.  Chill by yourself…be a superstar named McLovin’ on the dance floor. It’s really up to you.  Not to mention you get to avoid that whole FB PhotoStalker phenomenon. You know the one. You friend someone and like 2 days later, pictures you posted 4 years ago start getting ‘liked’ with comments on them “Great shot!” …”Love this!!” …”Too funny”….”OMG.Me too!!”  Gah. Leave it be, brah.

Friends Are Mostly Temporary

  • We’ve all been there. In a DrunkBooking Moment (or maybe because we can’t say no when there’s more than 4 Mutual Friends), we friended someone and almost immediately got hit with that ‘Oh Shit’ moment. And of course if you unfriend someone then the monthly Backgammon Tourney at the Senior Center just gets awkward. At a bar you can be fierce friends until last call and then the next day (if you’re lucky) forget all about that shit. And you always have the ‘Wow…dude…you look familiar, but I was pretty wasted’ defense when you bump in to the person later.
I had a few more ideas pop in my head about why bars are better….but really it comes down to one thing…
Actual Human Interaction
  • Oh sure…for all the drama that ensues when alcohol is involved, you are still actually interacting with someone. Having human contact. There is actually nothing more important in this world than that connection.
And that leads me back to the soapbox, I suppose. 
There are benefits of Facebook. I’m not going to deny that. My beef is that it’s skewing our perception of reality and what a ‘society’ is. And it’s taking personal responsibility out of the mix.
You can call someone a douchenugget on Facebook…turn off your PC and never actually see how that comment affected the person on the other end. And that’s dangerous.  If you were at a bar and called someone an asshole (or the ever popular douchenugget), you would be forced to actually deal with their reactions. And in doing so, might bring home the fact that the person you’re ragging on is actually just as fragile as you.  And that’s a valuable lesson to learn. It’s what makes us human.
That connection.
It’s not there online. I’m sorry it’s just not. Even with web cams and chat and Skype…it’s still not the same. There’s still a level of being detached.
And we’re bringing up an entire generation of people who will stay at home, logged in with their ‘friends’ and think that they are being social and have absolutely zero people skills.
THAT’S the reason I get fed up with Facebook. I realize that my time online is getting sucked away from doing other stuff like writing, or hell, I don’t know, even unpacking the one last room in my apartment (although I suspect part of that is because when I finally get unpacked, it will be real, I’ll be fully engaged in the new life…looks like I’m adding that to my to-do list this weekend).
Step away from your computer.
Take a walk down to your local pub (I HIGHLY recommend having a bar/pub within walking distance).  Introduce yourself to your bartender and ask for their recommendation.
Start a conversation.  Do  you know why a lot of bars have TVs? So you can make a comment about what’s on TV to the person next to you and be as vulnerable as if you just started up a conversation out of nowhere. OK…that may not be the actual reason, but damn if it’s not a a nice side-effect.
Have a drink and soak in the humanity.
You’ll remember those moments long after you’ve forgotten anything you ever posted or read on Facebook. I assure you of that (well…actually, your mileage may vary in the remembering arena depending on how many bartender recommendations you followed in any given night).
And now in the ultimate act of irony, I’m going to be posting this link to my Facebook page.
How fucked up is that?
Yeah. Trust me…the irony isn’t lost on me in the least.

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