Breaking Up With Facebook, Kind Of
This is about me and my dwindling tolerance level. It isn’t a reflection of what I think anyone else should do. I’m breaking up with Facebook, kind of. Facebook feels like a dark cloud hanging over my head. I was going to deactivate my account but overnight, tossing and turning and thinking about how it’s gotten to this point, I decided to keep the account. There are groups I would miss that I can’t keep in touch with through other means. A Messenger app for laptops and phones as well as email will let people who want to stay in touch do so.
Political nonsense and the way people behave ruin my good mood. I’m not cut out for what’s considered socially acceptable these days. This new normal isn’t normal for me. Making fun of people, including politicians and celebrities, for the sake of being mean, for fun, or to “prove” a point disturbs me. It shows me little about the targeted person yet it does show me a lot about the person being mean.
I wouldn’t allow this face to face in my living room but I’ve allowed it to be in my face on Facebook. I don’t expect anyone to change their behavior, but I can change what I see. As a result, I’ve kept my favorite groups and I’ll check into them from time to time.
Minding My Own Business
Anyone’s religion, sexuality, politics, hair style, choices in food or clothing or little else is any of my business. I remind myself often to mind my own business. I don’t have to like or approve of anything. There are plenty of things I believe and do that disgust and repulse others.
And so I’ll be over here in the woods dealing with food by picking vegetables and fruit, wild harvesting, preparing for the upcoming hunting seasons, and minding my own business.