I joined Facebook shortly after it was opened to non-students. I didn’t quite know how to use it and didn’t know anyone other than my kids using it so I didn’t do much on it. In fact I didn’t even remember what it was called and when I tried to get friends to join I kept calling it “Friendbook”.
After a couple years more people I knew joined and I became active — first back when everyone used third-person in their status, or that’s what I thought you were supposed to do.
Now Facebook annoys me more than interests me. The people I groan about the most are people who take something that is good and make others feel guilty feeling good about that thing because there are bad things going on.
Hell yeah, I care about the children who were separated from their parents by ICE and locked in cages. Hell yeah I want them reunited and I don’t want anything like that to happen again. Hell yeah I hate this administration’s policies on a lot of shit.
Can’t I also be happy that 12 young Thai soccer players were rescued from the cave?
Fuck you Facebook party-poopers.
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Such a love/hate relationship I have with friendbook. But I love the friends.
Friendbook. That’s what it is to me. I love that. I think I’m going to call it that now. (An English friend called it Futterbucket, to fool Google, but I like Friendbook better.)
There was a lot on my Friendbook feed about the Thai cave rescue, perhaps because I have my AFS Thailand friends on it.
And yes, I remember the third person thing too!
I’m happy about those boys and their coach. Who says you can’t be? I want names. Helen knows people on the dark web who can straighten them out.