MY FACEBOOK RANT!!

I think today's blog needs to be about my own issues. :)

I love Facebook but I also detest Facebook. Maybe I detest Facebook sometimes because I have such a strong, opinionated personality.

#1 - People post pictures because they want others to Like or comment on their pictures. People don't post things for their own benefit, or do they? I know that I like to post sometimes, so that I can go back a few years and see what I wrote and posted. I like the timeline review that I get to do. My primary purpose is to share with others, so they can see what is going on in my life. Now, if I posted a picture or wrote a status and nobody commented or Liked it, would I be crushed? Probably not enough to cry or curl up in a ball in the corner with a bottle of rum, but I would probably over analyze why others didn't just LOVE the picture or status. I thought I was hilarious and the picture was so sweet!

This brings me to my #2 point - There are people on Facebook who ONLY comment or Like certain friend's posts. I don't understand. You only Like Joe, Johnny and Jake's pictures and statuses even though Kate, Katherine and Khloe have hilarious pictures and statuses. I don't get it?? Why do you keep those other friends on Facebook? Why bother? You should have 10 friends and Like everything that they post. Everybody is happy!!

#3 - You purposely avoid a friend's status and pictures because you want to piss them off and you have some vendetta against them. Are you kidding me? Grow up and delete. It will be better for all involved.

#4 - You are one of those people who scroll through Facebook and look and browse and read but don't ever Like or comment. I think you should find another social media outlet. Imagine if we all did that??? Facebook would be so boring and lame.

#5 - You only comment and Like pictures and posts that make you laugh. You refuse to Like or comment if the message is touching or even remotely emotional. You should get therapy.

#6 - You re-post and share everything that you read. Get your own thoughts.

#7 - You share all posts that involve loving you children, your son, your daughter, your niece, your nephew, your dad, your mom, your great aunt Hildie on your dad's side twice removed. We all know that you love your children. Of course you do. When I see these on your wall day after day, I want to call Social Services because I think something fishy is going on in your home.

#8 - You fall for every - Like this picture because this really unattractive girl is actually really beautiful and let's see just how many Likes we can get in a month. Does #8 really bother me or affect me? No! I just find it silly that a lot of these posts are a hoax and made up by some loser to draw people in to get your information.

#9 - Missing people - Don't post a missing person without sufficient evidence that it really is accurate and it shows a date. So many missing persons' posts are from years ago and the individual has been long found. Don't re-post to be cool.

#10 - I am a part of a mommy site. I'm not too sure I can remain a member on this site. Woman can be ridiculous. Some recent posts....

My friend is coughing up blood, what should I do?
I am wearing this dress to a Christmas party and although the back is sheer and the front is sheer and my woo woo is hanging out, do you think these heels match?
Here's a picture of my neighbour's garbage, it's in my bin, what should I do?
The roads are bad, should I stay home?
I've had diarrhea for days, should I call the doctor?
There's a mouse in the house, should I call an exterminator?
Somebody said that it's snowing out. I don't see snow.

I'm going to stop at #10 but let's be honest, I could go on for days. :)

I am going to end the blog with an awesome poem that has been shared with me several times. It truly is beautiful.

WELCOME TO HOLLAND

　

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this…

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved.

Have a wonderful Sunday! :)