Facebook: a place where you can become enraged at the people you love, without them even knowing it.
It’s been a rough couple of years in the US and I’ve been pretty much avoiding Facebook since before the last presidential election. Too much politics, too many depressing ideas , events, rhetoric, etc. And a few of my nearest and dearest hold opinions I just can’t endure with any sort of patience. I would never want to discuss these issues with them in person. Yet if I go on Facebook, I find myself slapped in the face with all manner of unsolicited comments, comments that make my head just about explode. 🤯
So I have a love-hate relationship with Facebook. These days it mostly hasn’t been worth it for me to go there. But every once in a while there’s something I don’t want to miss, so I wade in, hunt around for the good stuff and then try to get out without seeing anything that might make my blood boil.
No luck tonight. I went in looking for some lovely photos from last weekend’s wedding and found instead commentary painting rapists as victims. My blood started to get hot and then I found myself unable to look away. And all was lost. I succumbed to a full on fit of anger. And anger with no outlet is an unpleasant emotion for sure.
So here I am, writing it out, hoping someone can relate.
I know there will always be people I disagree with, situations and events that I find upsetting. And I know I can’t always avoid these things, but surely random posts on Facebook don’t qualify as necessary viewing. So I think I’ll go back to looking over my husband’s shoulder once in a while and leave it at that.
Happy Sober Friday,