Don’t you hate a summer cold?
I have one. My head is a mess. I can’t breathe without my best friend, Vick’s. Don’t know if that is short for Vicki or Victor, but it is my saving grace these days.
Yes, I know. I went off FB. Don’t tell me that you don’t, too.
There are times when I have to pull back … disconnect from it. I have hesitated because I feel like I disappoint people when I do that, but the truth is, FB had become a vast consumer of time for me. It managed me … I didn’t manage it.
So, in my inimitable way, I said, “Oh shit, I’ve had enough!”
I disconnected. Took down my pages and took a break.
I had to sneak back on to make sure I had undone my settings, which, in that act, set them up again. And so it went.
There are times, especially if I am sick, that I don’t see the point.
But there is something about FB that I still have a hard time dealing with.
It has the opportunity to be such a great thing. The technology is there. But, to me, it is too often, a vast wasteland.
Like so many other things, it seems to me to have gone the way of the lowest common denominator. This platform, connector, is a great opportunity to engage in life and country-changing thought and discourse. And it is mostly used for recipes.
I love the little instant recipes, but how many can I look at or make?
As a country, we have serious issues that go beyond whether you are in the “Anybody but Trump” camp, or “Anybody but Hillary” camp.
Yesterday, I wrote a piece for my blog about reading the Constitution. I also noted that when the Constitution was written, the population of our country was around 4 million. Today, there are more than 320 million.
Somewhere between the 4 million and 320-plus million, we have lost our way.
Do we, as a people, as a country, know who we are? The tail is wagging the dog.
And … our lives matter. They have to matter to us. I swear, that without writing, I feel like I have no voice in this world. The politicians and media are not representing me. I don’t think they are representing you, well, either.
And even after a few days, I realized, once again, that life is more fun when it is shared.
I listened to a program on NPR, where they discussed friends. Real, honest to grapefruit friends, people say they are your friends, but really aren’t, and even FB friends.
I listened to it and went through my list of friends.
I have some good friends.
The speakers, at first, laughed about FB “friends”. They are and are not real. I got a sick feeling in my stomach as I listened. Most of you, I will never meet, but in a fun, nice way, I see you as my friends.
But, when I got home, that is when I decided that maybe my FB “friends” were imaginary, and that I should stop this and live in the real world. (trust me, I do)
I still feel that in this world, we need a safe place to be, forgiving place to hang out and even, fail. I fail myself sometimes. I know I probably fail you, too. But that is life. At least, that is my life.
Trust me, I am my toughest critic. All I have to offer is what I have in my head and heart. And sometimes, like a turtle, I pull my head back into my shell, until I feel like venturing out.
I think you catch my drift.