FACEBOOK LOOKBACK VIDEOS-So Cursi

I could pretend to be cool and go on about the ridiculousness of the Facebook Lookback videos. Here is a fun example of these parodies: Facebook lookback parody

If I am being honest, I have to admit to spending close to two hours watching these videos. Their sentimentality touches me. I knew it was too much when I almost cried at one of my friend's five years of dog photos. They are really a record of your most popular Facebook moments over the last few years. So they are not really about meaningfulness.

But I like mine because it isn't about meaning. Most of my popular posts seemed to be about things I did that were out of the ordinary for me. Perhaps because I have been feeling as though I haven't done much with my life, seeing the last few years in summary made my accomplishments seem that much greater....they didn't take 7 years to achieve, they took one minute. I was able to see in one minute just how many different things I have done. So even if they weren't the most meaningful moments, and even if they weren't amazing, the one minute time frame and the musical background made me feel really great about my life.

I think of one moment in particular, I took a dance camp where I felt very under accomplished. I remember that camp as a time I was trying to keep up with everyone else, and was proud of that experience because I managed to keep up most of the time. But seeing that moment in my Facebook movie made me feel not as someone who struggled through a dance camp, but as someone who went to a dance camp. So the moment wasn't about what I learned about my ability to persevere, it was that I had that experience. All of a sudden that experience was different when seen, well, differently.

So if you haven't seen your video, I highly recommend it. It will get you a new perspective on your life, and make you feel very weird about how emotional you can get about yourself...a little narcissistic frankly. :) Facebook Lookback

By the way, if you are interested in the dance workshop, check out: Pilobolus

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