Back Home Again in Indiana
Here’s the thing about Facebook: I can’t take it anymore. It’s turned into endless political rants, general whining, and more quizzes than I have time to take. (What’s a spirit animal anyway? Is it like a patronus?) And because I can’t take it anymore, I’ve done what we all talk about doing but never actually do – I’ve quit Facebook.
Just kidding. But I have seriously cut back. I only check it maybe once a day, and that checking includes my page, my sisters’ pages, my dad’s page, and a few others. You know what it doesn’t include? The news feed. Because the news feed is the root of my not being able to take it anymore. And while I’m enjoying my Facebook freedom, I’m starting to wonder – am I a jerk for ignoring Facebook?
Babies being born, birthdays being had, dinners being consumed – I’m missing all these major life announcements simply by pretending the news feed doesn’t exist. But are we honestly expected to keep up with all of this? I know for a fact I couldn’t name even half of my Facebook friends. I’m guessing 95% of you are people I haven’t actually talked to in years – we were both just equally curious about how the other’s life had turned out at some point in time and neither of us wanted to be the one to hit “unfriend” five minutes later.
So is it really so terrible I have no clue you’re only 9 days away from that vacation to Harry Potter World? I mean, that knowledge is only going to make me bitter I wasn’t invited and give me the final push to hit that “unfriend” button anyway. And we all know how that ends – with a yellow aura. Now if only I could find that quiz again to tell me what that means. . . .