Man. Remember when Facebook was fun?
You’d post pictures of your best friend drunkenly falling into a bathtub? Or all of your closest friends at a wedding?
Or you’d see a hilarious video, and think, “everyone should see this!”
So and So are in a relationship! Yay!
Me? I stuck to favorite movie and TV quotes, inside jokes, and pictures of when I was skinny.
Those were good times.
But now? Facebook bums me out.
People are arguing over Chick-fil-a, and gun control. Gay marriage! Healthcare! Tax cuts! But the Bible says this! We are the 99%!
No one can say anything without someone staring an ugly debate. And oh, dear god, it’s an election year to boot. I can’t handle it.
It’s so bitchy, and negative and confrontational. It’s poisonous.
My newsfeed is perpetually clogged with pictures people commented on, or liked. I’m sorry. I don’t care if you like a picture of a guy I don’t know hugging a dog. I don’t give a shit about random pictures of girls in yoga pants, or cleavage. I can see that at home, whenever I want. And yes, I love my mother — but liking some random “Like if U luv ur Mom!” picture doesn’t prove it.
Also, if I see one more pregnancy announcement, I’m going to lose it.
So, Facebook and I just went to being in a relationship to it being a little complicated.
It’s not me, Facebook. It’s you.