Sometimes I log on to Facebook and it seems that every bastard is just trying to piss me off. It’s all either rants about shit I don’t care about, rants about shit I do care about, but disagree with the ranter on or folk bragging about shit I wish I was rich/ talented/ beautiful/ smart enough to be bragging about all for myself.
Other times, Facebook is a soft place to land, full of love and kittens and pictures of people I love doing things that make them happy. Its a love in of funny, beautiful people all interacting and sharing their energy and attention. I love it, it loves me, and we’re all together for a wonderful ride with nary a seagull or bloodied Fabio in sight.
A long time ago, a very funny lady named Watermelon told me a great secret of the Universe. She said, in her unsurprisingly Californian accent, “Kat, honey, if absolutely everyone in the world is pissing you off, think about the chances that EVERYONE you met today is a great screaming jackass”. Of course, every now and again, that actually happens. There are a lot of jackasses in this world. But it’s rare.
I sincerely hope I remember this logical approach next time I open Facebook when I’m tired/ cranky/sensitive/whatevs. But there’s a very good chance I won’t, and I may rant about shit you don’t care about, shit you do care about but disagree with me on, or brag about the awesomeness that is my life. Don’t let it get you down.