*This is one of the ‘secret’ posts I wrote a few months ago, that I am resurrecting in order tog et some actual work done. And to clear out the giant pile of drafts a little bit.
I. Hate. Facebook.
I hate that it only shows the smiles.
I hate the silly smushy statuses “I love my snookums so much mwah mwah”, “my angel I miss you so much I haven’t seen you in two WHOLE hours!” or the mom-stuff (why do you feel the need to update the world that you just changed a nappy?).
I hate the attention grabbing type “Is sad today :’(" because apparently a bunch of relative stranger commenting with “*hugs* makes it al better? (and yes, I have been guilty of similar updates, and I hate myself for it).
I hate the way people put up pictures of events where they had a great time, while knowing that that person they didn’t invite (for whatever reason) will see them and feel unwanted.
I hate the way nobody ever writes anything but then random relative strangers (I don’t keep track of who I’m ‘friends’ with) stop you on the street to comment on something you wrote 6 months ago.
I hate feeling compelled to watch people living their lives in all the gory detail while feeling that mine may be somehow inadequate.
I hate the social uproar that can be created by the click of the “remove friend” button.
I hate seeing photos of the kids I used to babysit getting drunk and puking. It makes me feel old. And kind of freaked out.
And yet I still keep my account open.