I am not a huge fan of Facebook. I have an account. I check it almost daily. But, I am not a fan. It is good to check up on friends and family and see photos of my niece and nephews, but I don’t care for it overall. I am a cheerleader at heart. I feel like I should “Like” every post, comment on numerous statuses, and be a kind and uplifting person. However, not everyone uses the site for encouraging words and posts.
I get so sick of the self-indulgent selfies of my thirty-something friends. Yes, it works occasionally. No, I don’t want to see them daily. I feel bad, too- how much affirmation does one person need in a week from outside sources? Oh, and some of the pics people post. Oy vey. Honestly, do you not realize it’s unflattering? And, not every photo you take of your sweet little angel needs to be uploaded. Not every photo is a good one, and no one has the time to comment through three hundred pics. That goes for your vacation, too. I am happy for you and excited for you, but I need a week off from work to look through the thousands of pics you’ve posted. Please, upload a couple a day or maybe a dozen to an album. Any more is overkill.
Today, as I skimmed and commented in usual fashion, I scrolled to a post that I didn’t know what to say. I retorted less than kind remarks in my mind. Hmmm… I should be kind, but then my thoughts sounded passive aggressive. Yeah, they were. I debated and deliberated in my mind then remembered some age-old truth: “if you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” So, I didn’t say anything. I figured I could come back later with a kinder heart and kinder response. They’d be none the wiser, but I displayed wisdom. One less fight over Facebook? It’s a win for everyone.
Sweet dreams and good night, L