As if the world wasn’t painful enough (cf: mine disasters, earthquakes, and the constant coverage of a particular pro golfer on national news), I smashed my left foot into my dresser in the bedroom last night. I’m still wincing at the remembered sound, not just the “thunk” but the little “crickle” that happened a millisecond before the “thunk.” The bruising did not become apparent till this morning (well, probably sometime overnight, but it was dark and I was sleeping), which I was afraid was what would happen, since I take it as a sign that it really was as bad as it felt. From what I’ve heard, there’s really nothing one can do medically for a broken toe as far as splinting or a cast, just take pain relievers and don’t hit it again. If anyone would like a dresser, make me an offer. It came though the ordeal unscathed.
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I don’t know about Facebook. At the risk of revealing things that I’d rather not reveal, the burdens of social media are beginning to weigh on me. I’m learning too much about people as they happily proclaim they’re glad they bought a gun (presumably because they fear for their “liberty”), or defensively proclaim they are a member or fan of every right-wing or Christian fundamentalist cause out there, or coo over every cute thing their offspring does — though I would forgive the latter, even though they’ll run out of superlatives by the time their cute offspring gets accepted to university or married. I can easily see talking about the kids, I mean, a lot of people can relate because they also have kids and kids often make us happy. But the socio-political stuff, I mean, weren’t there three topics that one did not discuss in polite company, religion, politics, and sex (or money)? Was that COMPLETELY superseded? When was the memo rescinding that sent?
That doesn’t even cover the status updates that are basically inside jokes, gettable only by people who’ve seen that movie or watched that TV show. I’ve watched maybe six movies released in the last decade, so if you’re not saying “I wish I knew how to quit you!”* or “You shall not pass!”** I will not get your movie quote. But these things are unattributed, so I can’t tell they’re from movies, and several times I just thought the poster was being surreal and decided to play along — I like the slightly surreal, so why not? Only to find out that I was completely clueless all along. Gah.
Facebook is making my social anxiety worse. We won’t even go into the friends requests that I can’t dispose of because on the other end is a real person, even though it’s a real person I don’t know well or at all. No wonder I end up retreating into marathon image searches on Flickr or, gods help me, Tumblr.
I’m beginning to contemplate a life without Facebook. Is that even allowed anymore?
On the other hand, maybe it’s just my toe that’s making me cranky. But I don’t think so.
*Brokeback Mountain (2005).
**The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001).
Y’know, in case you’re as clueless as I am as far as movies go and just saw a different half-dozen from what I saw.