Facebook can be like staring at the aftermath of a car crash. You are horrified at the tragic scene but you can’t look away…
Still there are parts of FB I really like. Kid pictures, pet pictures, food pictures, travel pictures. There is a handy feature to block posts from political promoters, so you only have to see nonsense from groups like “People for Left Handed Rights and Right Handed Lefts” only once. And to my FB friends, if you are sharing posts from these types of hucksters, let me ask why? And assure you no one cares what the “Society for Chihuahua Size Equity” thinks about anything.
Recently FB has started reminding me that “I have memories” and then shows me posts I put on my timeline on this date in previous years. There is a certain melancholy aspect to this. Stoker and I are almost always smiling, which you can see because we are not wearing masks. And we are often far from home, in France or on a cruise or a cross country train trip, which isn’t happening now either.
But a couple of my FB friends, who are real life friends too, have pushed the envelope by posting scatological information:
I’m not quite sure why these two, who I have allowed to remain anonymous, decided to publicize their porcelain, but they did. Should I post pictures of the next septic tank pumping on Brumby Road? Or blog about it? I admit I will do almost anything to attract readers and followers and ‘likes’. But Stoker tells me to make poopsie if I must, but leave her out of it…
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