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I hate Facebook
5 years ago · · facebook,
The purpose of FB was to connect me with my high school friend in OK. “We can talk,“ she said. I decided it was for the best. I’m not sure what year that was but her attitude has soured with mine. She has also moved relatively close, so all I need to do is text. FB is the most depressing site with horrific pictures was her assessment the last time we spoke. This was before the election.
Friends started posting their support for Trump. I had no problem with their decision. I simply typed two lines stating that Hillary was my choice. I immediately got a message from ALL of them, telling me to do what my heart said. Huh? Who are you to give me permission?
The last time I looked at time line, one friend was posting Hillary, one Trump, as hard as they could go. Arguments, closer to threats were breaking out under the posts. We, as friends, couldn’t go anywhere until after the election. Huh? (for the second time). I could think of issues with my friends that were more unnerving than an election. They put up with cheaters, drinkers and moochers. If you can fight that hard for candidates you don’t even know, I assume you couldn’t fight for me during a lawsuit or unemployment because of some degree of disbelief.
People who ‘friend’ you to increase their number of followers, I don’t care about. But these were people I had told almost every part of my life. I posted religious, health awareness, and lovely pictures. A “like” might drift in, but widely ignored.
I don’t know the future. I left FB today for a well needed break. The morning after the election, I am getting up, dressed and going to work. Chances are I won’t know who won to midday. That’s just me. I will know that blood truly makes sisters, and the character of these people have been changed to friends, if even friendly.