Social network schizophrenia
It’s obvious that I am on a number of different social networks. I mean, check out the little bar a few clicks down, over there —>
One thing that I have noticed as of late is the development of who I am on these different platforms. With sites like Myspace and Facebook, it is a bit easier to define yourself–you are given prompts with fields, and no essential character limit. Plus you have a giant picture which could make it easy for any fella off the street to recognize you. Even with this WordPress blog, I have a section which tells you all about me [whether you like it or not].
My recent character definition has been burgeoning on my mini-blogs. That is, I feel that I have finally differentiated who I am on Twitter versus Pownce. By just looking at the last 20 posts on Twitter, you would think I was a full-fledged bratty, food-obsessed complainer. And I really would’nt blame you. When it comes to Twitter, I find my posts to be pretty…well…bitter.

This is your brain on social networks.
On Pownce, I have more thoughtful and intellectual posts. I write about cool Web 2.0 tools I discover, music that I love, general epiphanies, seek tech support, all in addition to updating my friends on my current human condition. Why is it that I find that I am two different people on these sites? Is it as simple as being limited by the amount of text I am allowed to jot down?
With all the personal spaces out there it might be hard not to be a tad schizophrenic. Each social network is like a different room of a house. Myspace is the backyard, with the raging barbeque and neighbors coming in from the side door. Here, everyone is welcome as there is no shortage of food, music, or scantily clad ladies. Facebook is likened to the living room, where you have a couple of your college buddies over for a glass of wine and good conversation. Upstairs in the bathroom, there is Twitter—where you are looking in a mirror and thinking about what to do next or hearing sound bytes of how you feel internally. Walk down two flights of stairs to the basement bar is the Pownce mixer. The host knows everyone, while you feel as if you have things in common with the attendees, but have never really shared a conversation. But tonight is your chance. You can show all these like-minded people pictures on your iPhone, to ask that techy guy how to partition your hard drive, and crowd around the bartenders laptop to watch the latest installment of Diggnation.
There has to be something else to this situation than the mere interface of these mini-blogging sites. With Pownce, I feel a sense of community. It is usually the next page I look at after I post something rather primal on Twitter. Perhaps I am getting my aggression out on Twitter, while using Pownce as a platform to show my nice, funny, smart alec side. Eventhough Twitter has incorporated the @yourhandlehere feature, I may feel as if I am shouting out my thoughts into a unresponsive void that is cyberspace. On Pownce, I get answers to my queries and comments on my posts.
Am I the only weirdo out there, or anyone else noticing they are leading a social network double life?