Facebook depresses me. It’s like one of those endless, lie-filled missives from family and acquaintances that comes each year thinly disguised as a Christmas letter. Except I get to look forward to Facebook every single day.
I mean seriously, NOBODY does that well all the time. It’s like the damn posts are designed to make me feel inadequate.
“Gosh. No sense in my feeling down over my petty little problem when perky cousin pain-in-the-ass buried her dog and husband on the same day and still felt good enough to run a marathon and feed the orphans.”
Oh, look, she posted pictures.
Isn’t that precious? Bless her heart.
There’s no way I can compete, stopped trying a while back when I discovered that, no matter how much fun I’m having at an event, all the pictures of me are going to reveal a crazy person. I talk with my hands so every photo is going show me flapping my arms in the air. Haven’t had a picture taken of me in ten years that I wasn’t either talking or laughing or eating.
I haven’t been a practicing Catholic in years. The reason for that will, no doubt, find its way into a novel at some point. A very long novel. So, while you aren’t going to find me on my knees in front of priest, I do still love the church calendar. The church has lent and Pentecost and Christmas. All the rest is ordinary times. I love that phrase. Ordinary times.
It’s not the highs or the lows I object to people posting on Facebook, it’s the lack of balance. We all have bad days and good days. I want balance. I want truth. I want ordinary times revealed.
Well, as my dad used to tell me, people in hell wantin’ ice water too.
So, at the risk of asking the devil for a refreshing beverage, tell me what you love and what you hate about Facebook or about social media in general. I mean, we all post and gripe and keep going back for more. So, ‘fess up. What do you love or hate about social media?
And here’s another challenge. Anybody, I mean anybody, have a picture of me when my mouth isn’t open, my eyes aren’t crossed and my hands aren’t a blur?