{"id":1351,"date":"2017-08-20T19:35:14","date_gmt":"2017-08-20T23:35:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shanafigueroa.com\/blog\/?p=1351"},"modified":"2017-08-20T19:35:14","modified_gmt":"2017-08-20T23:35:14","slug":"when-a-facebook-friend-dies-what-do-you-post","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shanafigueroa.com\/blog\/when-a-facebook-friend-dies-what-do-you-post\/","title":{"rendered":"When a Facebook Friend Dies, What Do You Post?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t post on Facebook much, even though the marketing gods have decreed that you&#8217;re supposed to post at least once a day to keep your theoretical readership engaged. I&#8217;ll admit I don&#8217;t post very often for two main reasons: most of the things I&#8217;m thinking at any given moment are either so mundane I assume no one will care, or I&#8217;m thinking things I don&#8217;t want anyone to know I&#8217;m thinking.<\/p>\n<p>An example of the latter:<\/p>\n<p>Today, I learned via Facebook that one of my Facebook friends died in a mountain climbing accident yesterday. The initial post was in Spanish, so at first I thought I&#8217;d translated it wrong because I&#8217;m not very good at Spanish yet (I&#8217;m in the process of learning). Then I thought it was a morbid, unfunny joke because literally the day before he posted a picture of his mountain climbing equipment with the caption, &#8220;Wish me luck!&#8221; I went to his Facebook page, and sure enough there were dozens of RIP posts, so damn, he really did die. Jesus, poor guy.<\/p>\n<p>I was going to post my own condolences when I realized that I could not for the life me remember how I knew him in real life.<\/p>\n<p>I know we served in the military together, and I recall congratulating him on his move to Washington State for an Air Force-sponsored internship with Boeing (I think) and the shadows of other conversations we had, but I can&#8217;t remember which base we were stationed at together, what program we worked on, or how we knew each other.<\/p>\n<p>So what would I have posted? &#8220;RIP &#8211; You looked like a really awesome, stand-up guy on Facebook, full of life based on the pics you posted, and caring and considerate in the way you often liked my posts. You will be missed (on Facebook).&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Is this how we live now? Do all these shallow connections we now have with people make us shallow ourselves? Does the act of writing this blog post mean that I&#8217;m making his death all about me by reducing him to an abstract catalyst for self-reflection rather than the flesh-and-blood person with real family and real friends that he actually was? Kinda feels like it.<\/p>\n<p>And that&#8217;s why I don&#8217;t post much on Facebook.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t post on Facebook much, even though the marketing gods have decreed that you&#8217;re supposed to post at least once a day to keep your theoretical readership engaged. I&#8217;ll admit I don&#8217;t post very often for two main reasons: most of the things I&#8217;m thinking at any given moment are either so mundane I &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.shanafigueroa.com\/blog\/when-a-facebook-friend-dies-what-do-you-post\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;When a Facebook Friend Dies, What Do You Post?&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2},"_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[297,298],"class_list":["post-1351","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-facebook","tag-shallow-connections"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p9Vyi8-lN","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shanafigueroa.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1351","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shanafigueroa.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shanafigueroa.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shanafigueroa.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shanafigueroa.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1351"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.shanafigueroa.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1351\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1352,"href":"http:\/\/www.shanafigueroa.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1351\/revisions\/1352"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shanafigueroa.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1351"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shanafigueroa.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1351"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shanafigueroa.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1351"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}