Major Tom says you got Facebook wrong


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Major Tom says you got Facebook wrong

***** Warning – non travel related rant *****

I quite like David’s music. I can’t say that I like him because I never met him. He did some good acting, some great performances, made some awesome meme fodder.

I’ve learned more about David Bowie in the few days since he died. All I did was turn on my Facebook account and realise computers worldwide are short-circuiting as tears hit keyboards. I am astounded at how many of my friends were David Bowie devotees.

I remember the day John Lennon died not because of his music (I think I was five) but because my mum loved the Beatles. I think she saw them perform. She was heartbroken.

I read the letters that people wrote directly to David Bowie about how much he influenced them and how much he made the world a better place . It’s quite touching. Assuming of course he was perusing their feed.

But there is a cold hard fact. The same cold hard when you write a letter to anyone who has passed away.

They don’t hear you. You are writing it for yourself.


The meaning gets lost

 One of my friends, an amazing graphic artist, is a true David Bowie fan. He has done some awesome work prior to January this year. Knows his stuff. The real McCoy fan. Paid his devotion to the living.

Many other Facebook followers posting the same stuff and the meaning is lost. It’s like swearing too much, it just loses its impact. It’s copycat. The unthinking reposting dumbs down the whole experience.

It’s about the poster and not the postee. Hop on the bandwagon, be a sheep, follow everyone else, stop thinking for yourself (but please find time to argue your anti-vaccination case).

So when you post next, is it what you think or what you think others want you to think?

Do we always need to write about the dying?

We don’t like to tell people how wonderful they are until they are dead.

I’ve had a few friends commit suicide over time and sadly, I’ve only had the chance to tell one of them what I thought of him. A few weeks before he died, he spoke of his weakness. I spoke of how he was one of my great mentors. When he worried about his teaching I spoke of many wonderful lessons he had given me.   When he worried about his leadership I explained his approval was something I sought. Wasn’t quite enough, wish I had said more. Would have made a difference? Who knows.

In Travel – lets write about what we love.  Don’t wait for it to be trendy. take a risk, post what you think.  I’m not saying be rude, but gee, you don’t need to be on the bandwagon about everything.

Praise the living. Now

So I love some of David Bowie’s music, but I can’t validate whether or not he is as wonderful as everyone else says he is.

So how about writing a Facebook devotion to someone who is still alive. Make it about them rather than about yourself. Get online now, go to someone’s page and tell them why they are awesome. They might be a good painter. They might be a work colleague. They might be your Mum. It will take you five minutes but give them hours and hours of pleasure

 It may just make their day and in some cases, give them a reason to look forward to another one.

Most importantly, it will have meaning.



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