Social Media, Social Stupidity

 I don't like it when I find myself wandering on Facebook and feeling sad when I look up people who used to be in my lives living their best life.

I have to remember it's Facebook and a picture doesn't tell the whole story. 

I'll admit to feeling lonely and wishing I had a friend that lived nearby.  If I did?  I sure wouldn't want to post going for coffee because that just seems well stupid.  I saw my sister, brother in-law and nephew this year, well, two extra times for my sister and brother in-law.  I didn't feel the need to post it on social media.  I had fun. I lived in the moment.

I don't want to have friendships so I can feel like I'll be cool enough to be on Facebook with them.  I want to actually feel like I'm enjoying life in the same way that people seem to act when I see these pictures.

I signed up to volunteer for the ACLU.  I know I need to do more to get myself out there.  I did it on Tuesday. I'm still waiting.  Sigh.  There may not be anything for me, but I'd like to help.  I'd like to do something more than writing postcards and text banking and maybe I can meet people with the same values that I have.

I'd like to reiterate that there is no love lost for my ex.  He took his wife and two cats on an 8 state trip for over a month in some pedophile van in the wild west, sleeping inside in the van with the two cats in cold temperatures in Idaho.  I'm going to guess there was no room for the litter box in the van.

I hope the cats took a shit in his hats.  Especially the one picture where he looked like he was part of the senior citizen version of Fat Albert with his orange hat.

Social media really does reveal how stupid we are.  


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