You have stumbled onto the web site of Quincy-based artist, John Greiner-Ferris. Thank you for visiting.
I have 1,019 “friends” on Facebook, down from around 1,200 before I began culling people on their birthdays. If I didn’t have a clue who they were, yes, I unfriended them on their birthdays.
I have 661 contacts on LinkedIn (659 followers.)
1,328 contacts on Gmail, 1,889 contacts on Apple Contacts.
1,206 on a theater mailing list on MailChimp.
And I have to ask: Who are you? Many of you I have never met. We connected through some common interest on social media. Or if I do know you, mostly I have only the dimmest, most vague remembrance from some long ago time in my life. I know this because I have only a handful of people in my close, inner circle. Between friends and family, I imagine that number is around twenty.
So, it’s only through social media that I still have even the thinnest connection to seemingly ninety-five percent of the people I ever engaged with in my life. And I just wonder, do you ever think of me? At all? Do you remember me during my worst of times? (and there were a couple of doozies!) Or some time when I actually rose above being an average human to act like the person I’d hope I’d become?
Sometimes I wonder if you ever think of me at all.
I have 1,019 “friends” on Facebook, down from around 1,200 before I began culling people on their birthdays. If I didn’t have a clue who they were, yes, I unfriended them on their birthdays.
I have 661 contacts on LinkedIn (659 followers.)
1,328 contacts on Gmail, 1,889 contacts on Apple Contacts.
1,206 on a theater mailing list on MailChimp.
And I have to ask: Who are you? Many of you I have never met. We connected through some common interest on social media. Or if I do know you, mostly I have only the dimmest, most vague remembrance from some long ago time in my life. I know this because I have only a handful of people in my close, inner circle. Between friends and family, I imagine that number is around twenty.
So, it’s only through social media that I still have even the thinnest connection to seemingly ninety-five percent of the people I ever engaged with in my life. And I just wonder, do you ever think of me? At all? Do you remember me during my worst of times? (and there were a couple of doozies!) Or some time when I actually rose above being an average human to act like the person I’d hope I’d become?
Sometimes I wonder if you ever think of me at all.
