I’m considering quitting Facebook all together. Isn’t that what we strive to do with bad habits, “quit” them?
Mostly, I’m having trouble budgeting my time. I have little discipline when it comes to all the sparkly-shiny attention grabbers. Ooh, Shelf Awareness is featuring Diesel in Malibu’s Valentine display of red and white books shelved in the formation of a heart!
It’s costing me hours and days and weeks of my life.
Plus, I’m getting fatigued with the mishmash of ideas and spew. Even the positive notes become exhausting. It’s true: I do not *always* want to look on the bright side. It feels like continually being told that I’m doing it wrong. Doing what wrong? Life.
People get unhappy. People have good reasons to be unhappy. Sometimes our unhappiness lasts for months. It’s not the gluten in my diet.
Go ahead, post another photo of a mountainous landscape, I dare you.
I’m guilty of it, too. So guilty. Are you sick of seeing my new cats? Tired of the links to my blog?
I’m a living contradiction – just yesterday, I was the one commenting with an overly-zen, touchy-feely, grateful response to a sunset picture. Or was it a sunrise? Yet, this morning when I saw a post featuring underwater dog photography which viewers claim is cute, my reaction couldn’t have been more different. The cover shot looks a like an animal in distress — bulging eyes, erratic fur — alarming! I feared what I might see if I clicked the link.
A bit later, there was a photo of an abused puppy. The note said that the Humane Society would be donating a dollar for every “share” towards the healthcare of the little one — so this is supposedly for a good cause. How does that work? Some financial officer is going to check FB for the share count and wire funds? That doesn’t make sense.
Even if the claim is false, I guess those who see photos of injured animals might be apt to donate funds to help them.
That poor puppy. I’m feeling totally disturbed recalling the memory of his picture. It’s not as bad as when I saw the movie Seven, but it’s highly uncomfortable. Who are these sadists who would do these kinds of things? It’s unthinkable.
Last week there was a photo of which the sharer wrote, “How is this for creepy?” It shows a living room with two sofas and a window. Apparently if you stare at it long enough, you see something that’s not supposed to be there. I’m sincerely too afraid to look more closely. I’m so susceptible to spooky stories that not even my years working in visual effects can calm my nerves over this silly picture.
Did you see the naked woman straddling a tree branch as if asleep like a jungle cat? I can’t make this stuff up.
To all my friends who posted the links I’m mentioning, please don’t take this rant personally. FB can be so much fun. It’s informative, and it’s a great way to be linked to pertinent info and news items, not to mention the way it brings people together during times of distress.
I think I’ve just overdosed on it.
Now, as I consider removing the app from my phone, the newsfeed refreshes to show a photo of a friend’s adorable toddler holding an electric guitar. She’s wearing polka dots! I’m melting!
How’s your relationship with Facebook going? Any suggestions for dealing with the emotional roller coaster? How do you achieve balance between the screen world and the 3D world? If you were brave enough to click on the creepy living room link, what was it?