. . . . and it goes like this . . . .
Facebook has me pissed off again. Facebook, I realize, pisses me off more than it fills me up. I seldom logout of my Facebook account and feel warm, fulfilled, or inspired. I often wonder who really gives a good God damn what you are eating for lunch and why take a picture of it and post it to Facebook? Seriously. Wait. Let me take a moment and be honest. There are a half dozen or so people that I have reconnected with through Facebook that I adore. And I'm really, really, really glad to have made the connection and either mended fences or had some kind conversation. Really, I am. Back to bitching. Cryptic posts kind of hack me off. It's like a social fishing expedition to see who will bite. Not me. I'm not biting. I tire easily of the finger pointing and universal untruths. Perhaps my 2013 goal should include looking at Facebook with a new filter or reality lens. And, a post-it note on my screen with a refusal to bite. I refuse to bite.