So, the awful, horrible three weeks I warned about has commenced. And I’ve started posting maudlin quotes on Facebook on day one, which is not a good sign.
When I first joined fb I was a prolific song lyric poster. (Yes, one of those.) I guess it’s because I love music and I work from home so I’m usually listening to music as I work. (Except for when dealing with what Japanese regulators think is English. Then I need absolute silence and a zen calm in order to allow the meaning to drift through my consciousness, because reading the words in the order and manner they’re written certainly doesn’t work.)
I soon learned to at least delete my damned posts so that someone wouldn’t log on and have to wade through my five music quotes just to get to the pictures of cute couples and cuter kids and even cuter pets.
And hopefully the people who would be most annoyed by it have long since blocked me or unfriended me. But it might be a good idea to note the number of fb friends I have now and check that number again in three weeks when I’ve overwhelmed everyone’s newsfeeds with obscure quotes that are meant to convey so much more than they seem to on the surface and song quotes that are meant to invoke the entire feeling and tone of the song and nostalgic photos with insipid quotes to accompany them.
If I weren’t so tired and stressed I’d probably do something to prevent the pending torture of my dearest and closest friends. But, alas. They’re just going to have to suck it up. That’s what love and friendship are all about, right? Keeping your friends despite their Facebook posts?
The political fb posts are what get to me. I have so many “You think THAT???” moments that it’s really hard to stay mum. But I try…
Agreed. This year was bad for that, too, what with the election and the gun thing.
(And I really am going to read the latest draft of your novel. December just killed me, but January is looking promising.)