I love Facebook. It’s a fantastic and ingenious way to keep in touch with all whom I care to. Maybe sometimes I love it too much. Sometimes I get carried away with sharing too many funny pictures or causing an occasional mini-flood of commentary updates on my favorite causes. I somewhat apologize my friends, I meant no harm. I was maybe naïve about how many would be on my same mental page on those days.
I have learned however, how to be a little more judicious in my postings, thanks in part to one of those funny comment posts I recently saw that made me laugh, then pause.
Mostly I learned because of experience. By experience, I’m talking about being on the receiving end of those contacts that post personal messages of self-love on an average basis of approximately 1EP/2M. That would be one effusive post per every two minutes. Oh, you know the ones I speak of. They love, love, love their life, their children, their jobs, their hobbies. They love every minute of every aspect of their lives so much that the rest of us couldn’t possibly know what it is like to live like that. We couldn’t possibly love our own kids like that, or enjoy our own vacations that way, or be happy with an achievement anywhere near the upper spheres that only they can inhabit.
No, I’m not overly concerned about offending anyone, because the guilty would never see this in themselves anyway. And, don’t misunderstand me either. I am merely kvetching, not indicting the guilty as ‘bad people’. So far, no laws have been enacted to illegalize such behavior, but be warned, I sense a movement brewing.
In the interest of generous fairness, I’ll give the benefit of the doubt that they forget that everyone can see what is posted and maybe they mean for only their parents and in-laws to see all. Although, it makes me wonder if the parents and in-laws are as enthralled as the rest of us at some point.
The side effect to all of this that I do find unfortunate is that, in an effort to not appear to be ‘that’ kind of post-er, the people that I really want to hear from post even less. Hmmm, or is that really because of me? Feel free to let me know friends.
For the record, I love seeing the things that make my friends, new and not so new, tick. I like to see what makes them laugh. I really do enjoy the hilarious ‘what we did this weekend’ pictures. I love hearing what kids have managed to accomplish, I love to see the pictures of joy posted from all over the world. I freely admit my life is far from overly glamorous or exciting. I must live vicariously. Or is that creepingly?
If I were able to say something to the overly effusive, it might be OK, we get it, you love your life, and that’s really quite wonderful, now how about filling the newsfeed with a comment about someone else now and then, or maybe we could go on a break.
Fair warning to my other friends though, I’m likely to have some more of those – you have got to see this, and this, and this – days. Please don’t ‘hate’ me for it. I suppose you could just re-categorize me in your friend lists.
Now, if only Facebook could stop making my simple ‘likes’ into a full blown post on my friend’s newsfeeds. For that, I plead not guilty.
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Ooops! Meant I totally agree on this post! No ‘s’.
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