I’m Sick Of Your Lies, Facebook


When will Facebook just offer a paid version that I can pay for and not have to look at these stupid suggested posts?

Facebook suggested to me that Miranda Lambert & Blake Shelton are having issues… by showing me two pictures that are entirely unrelated. Don’t quote me on this, but the picture of Miranda? It looks like she’s at an awards show – crying tears of joy because she just won an award. Blake Shelton? It looks like he’s watching someone sing on The Voice & he’s unhappy with what he hears.

I’m all for celebrity drama.

if you’re going to force it upon me…

please, make me believe it.

[or let me opt out]

Social Media & A Childhood Friend

Before social media sloppily exploded over everyone’s computer screen people actually had to attend high school reunions to ask (like, verbally…with their mouths) former friends what they’re doing with their lives.

In this day and age: I can tell you how many children, what they do for income, what they drive, who they’re married to, when their anniversary is…and what they wore to work yesterday (thanks to the selfie).  Social media makes it simple to be involved in people’s lives… even if you’re not an active part of their real life.

It’s kind of weird & unnatural, really.

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Real Life : Noun
  1. life as it is lived in reality, involving unwelcome as well as welcome experiences, as distinct from a fictional world.

You might assume that I’m going to go off on a rant [I do that sometimes…] about social media, like I did here. Today, I’m going to surprise you by doing the opposite of a bitching.

I’m going to praise it.

We all had friends we bonded with as a kid that changed our lives for the better. It’s not hard to come up with memories when you think about these people; while some of your childhood memories might be foggy – the ones that include these people are never unclear & almost always fond. I have someone on my social media that comes to mind as I write this.

What is a friend? I will tell you…it is someone with whom you dare to be yourself. – Frank Crane

We jumped on her trampoline. We sang karaoke to stuffed animals. My mom would drop me off at her house in the morning to catch the bus… and I remember her all ‘sleepy-like’ slouching on the breakfast bar eating her cereal with 5 minutes left to catch the bus… but her mom never rushed her. Her house was always filled with happiness. I remember having sleepovers & waking up way before her…cause she always slept way later than me – I’d flop around hoping to wake her up “secretly” so we could continue the concert we started for the animals before crashing the night before.

[Sidenote: We were best being Ace of Base; she was blonder ..so I always had to be the brunette. Oh, the troubles of a 8 year old girl]

via: popsugar.com
via: popsugar.com

I remember playing in her back yard… pretending there were witches behind trees we were hiding from. I remember her telling me the song that played at her Grandpa’s funeral that made her cry every time she heard it.

I have not seen her since childhood.

It’s absolutely normal for childhood friendships to move in different directions for no good reason other than  just growing up. These are the friendships that make me grateful for Social Media even for how much I complain about it.

I’ve seen bits of sadness in her life over the years & prayed for her. I get to see her little siblings who were nearly just babies when I was frequenting her household – and what awesome people they’ve appeared to turn into. I’ve watched from afar as she got married and had babies. I get to see her adorable little girls growing up with the same loving essence I watched her mom give to her day after day.

My largest hope is that my own child will be lucky enough to have this sort of special friendship in his life as he grows up.

Thanks for the memories, friend.  

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This was written in response to a Daily Prompt – provided by The Daily Post. 

Seriously, STFU : Dear Fatty Edition

There’s a picture and “story” being passed around Facebook right now that’s labeled, This Was Unexpectedly Awesome – Facebook Message…” 

Below is the picture & the additional thoughts that were attached when I viewed it. 


It says, “When people are worse than you at what you do, don’t judge them for it”. Am I reading something wrong? This entire thing is one big massive judge-fest.

I’ll keep this short because this could cause some serious ongoing rambling if I don’t keep it under wraps.

Since when is it okay to insult and degrade someone as long as at the end, you notify them that you respect them? Whoever wrote this apparently needs to look up the definition of respect.

I find it disturbing that people actually think this is awesome. 

Lets go over this briefly…

  • The way she runs is insulted more than once.
  • The extra weight she is carrying with her is absolutely notated several times.
  • She’s even hypothetically insulted when she’s told that ‘if there were bleachers on both sides – she’d most surely take another break.’
  • It goes on to say, “Each lap you run, you’re paying off the debt of another midnight snack.” What a stereotypical statement to make. I bet this girl doesn’t even eat midnight snacks…not all overweight people sit and indulge in snacks in the middle of the night.

There’s more I want to single out – but I did say I would keep this short. 

Why is it “awesome” to publicly shame another person as long as you’re “cheering them on”?

Seriously, STFU.