The Good, the bad and the ugly…
I became so disillusioned with Facebook the other day that I vacated it.
The anger, rudeness and unadulterated aggression between those who support Trump and those who don’t’ had become unbearable.
It has been a progressive thing – as Trump moved closer to POTUS, so people became more outspoken. Culminating in a display of all that is negative about social media.
What happened to the wonder that was Facebook – to the sharing of ideas and points of view? To friendship and happiness and commiseration?
In my case, I placed a post on my wall asking people for opinions so that I could be more informed. One Trump-supporting person messaged me privately (at least that showed respect) but then persisted with a number of further messages which I didn’t ask for and tried to close down, and when I finally ‘finished’ the discussion, she promptly de-friended me. So much for allowing others to have a different view of life.
The second time – I made a single line comment about how I admired the women of the world, the millions across the globe, for their march this week. I offered no comment, but whilst I slept in the southern hemisphere, opinions proliferated between those who were cynical and those not and I woke to an air of angst.
I have watched whilst friends’ walls have been used with disrespect and with antagonism and I know I’m not the only one who left Facebook for a time, to claw back some belief in the sanity and kindness of this world.
So what did I do whilst away?
I spent time with my husband – a man who understands all forms of media far better than I do after working in it for over 40 years. (And who still works privately as a media consultant.) He has merely to hold my hand for me to have faith in human nature again.
I spent time talking to my daughter and my son about life, the universe and everything.
I spent time with my dog who always makes me laugh and who loves me unconditionally, no matter what my opinions might be.
I wrote more of Michael – it grows word by word, line by line.
I ordered the navy silk shantung for my trousers for the family wedding. I booked myself in for fittings for same. And I had a long call to a very wise friend interstate who knows OH, Dog and I very well!
I watched Federer…
I swam, walked, read and watched a delicious subtitled French movie on Netflix called Blind Date with OH at my side.
And I joined Instagram…
What a treat!
Pics on Instagram are to die for and I do love the hashtags people use – inventive, funny, off the cuff.
Far far better than Twitter and fresher than Facebook.
Anyway – here’s to the visual beauty of life through things like Pinterest and Instagram.
Here’s to humour.
And here’s to the hope that Facebook resumes it’s fine former self…