Post by boots on Jul 3, 2014 8:04:58 GMT -5
I never liked it, saw it as a necessary evil. And a means to see how fat and bald those assholes from high school have become. (Especially you Steve Lauber you date rapist.) I'll admit, I waste time clicking on interesting news snippets, I take the occasional what-medieval-food-are-you quizzes, I read the occasional heart wrenching pet adoption story. And I dutifully "like" friend's business ventures and kid milestones.
But OMG, is it wrong that I'm so ready to start telling people off? Maybe I need a break from it all, I never felt that way here. So I know it's not just Internet angst. I seriously almost told someone that the trinkets her kid brought her back from Las Vegas (that she felt the need to photograph and post) were fucking ugly. One woman lost her mom about three months ago and every day posts an angel prayer to her mother and blathers on to her mother. News flash (god I'm so mean) your mom IS not on FB. And what's with all the people working on themselves who feel the need to share? I'm working on myself, contrary to the tone of this rant, I'm trying to be a better, more open person. But why do I need to know about everyone's chronic pain? Unbelievable struggle for which apparently God set them up, but its awesome because God only sends bad things to his chosen people. Did you know if you love something, you need to set it free?
And everyone knows FB is selling your every move right? Your every like, dislike, click, and photo is entered into the great surging algorithm in the sky? We are all being manipulated and milked.
I think I need help, or maybe FB should no longer be a part of my life.
(Sorry, rant over, go on back over to FB and post a poem please, with angels and butterflies)
But OMG, is it wrong that I'm so ready to start telling people off? Maybe I need a break from it all, I never felt that way here. So I know it's not just Internet angst. I seriously almost told someone that the trinkets her kid brought her back from Las Vegas (that she felt the need to photograph and post) were fucking ugly. One woman lost her mom about three months ago and every day posts an angel prayer to her mother and blathers on to her mother. News flash (god I'm so mean) your mom IS not on FB. And what's with all the people working on themselves who feel the need to share? I'm working on myself, contrary to the tone of this rant, I'm trying to be a better, more open person. But why do I need to know about everyone's chronic pain? Unbelievable struggle for which apparently God set them up, but its awesome because God only sends bad things to his chosen people. Did you know if you love something, you need to set it free?
And everyone knows FB is selling your every move right? Your every like, dislike, click, and photo is entered into the great surging algorithm in the sky? We are all being manipulated and milked.
I think I need help, or maybe FB should no longer be a part of my life.
(Sorry, rant over, go on back over to FB and post a poem please, with angels and butterflies)