There are days when I think about turning off Facebook. Stepping away and ignoring it for an unknown amount of time. I don’t need the stress that comes with perusing the endless stream of updates.
“My kids are awesome.”
“My life is horrible.”
“No-one understands me.”
“Why can’t I get a loyal guy?”
You get the picture. Hell, you have probably seen these, things like it, and what not. Kicking a dead horse, I am.
I get to see the other side of people. Sister-in-law is one of those people. They are tight on money but her dipshit husband has (another) online store selling random crap. Anything for a quick buck. None of that money, or any money, has gone towards their rent.
The bad thing about leaving behind Facebook is the connection to the good news. Friends I miss and their family, my family in Hawai’i, the joys of life.
Then again some of the things I don’t want to see could be considered the joys of life.
You see the problem.
It’s a poison of the mind. I mostly get grumpy and annoyed when checking on people.