Monday, April 30, 2018
M.A.
She posts her profound thoughts on Facebook. By profound, I mean profound like a teenager’s journal. Not a profound teenager – an angsty, never-paid-attention-in-English-class teen. Like Jack Handy profound. She gets a hundred likes and fawning comments with each deep thought. I shake my head and click on the link to my friends’ blogs.
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Intimidating. I have no deep thoughts on Fb.
ReplyDeleteFacebook is full of them! I especially avoid the deep thoughts posted large, with a shocking-pink background.
ReplyDeleteUh oh, note to self: change shockingly pink background on blog.
ReplyDeleteThat's one of the reasons I don't do Facebook much anymore -- those fawning people on some people's timelines. Sycophantic behavior irks me.
ReplyDeleteNo, no, Helen! Join FB, and you'll see what I mean.
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