Hello Facebook Friend - I'm blogging today wondering why you continue to post certain topics.
I don't really care what you are eating for breakfast, lunch, snack, or dinner.
I don't think your children are the most amazing things in the world, and your posts will not convince me of this.
I don't want to play any games, so please stop inviting me to do so.
I don't care that YOU are playing games or that you just got a high score.
I don't like seeing opinions presented in a ridiculing manner or laced with profanity. This would include politics, education, or health care.
But the bigger question I have is - WHY CAN I NOT CLOSE THE STUPID WEBSITE AND STOP READING THESE THINGS I DON'T CARE ABOUT?
I have never had lots of friends and I have never been popular. This has not changed through high school, college, graduate school, mommy-hood, to the present. I find myself in the same pattern of those times - on the outside looking in. I was physically THERE - I heard the conversation - but I was not really A PART of it all. If I had been absent, not much would have changed for the ones who were.
So I 'act' on Facebook the way I always have - listening - but not being heard, watching - but not being seen. Deep down I have the same desire and hope I have always had. Someday, someone will look over, see my sad lonely self on the sideline and invite me to participate in life.
Albert Einstein is credited as saying that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. Given what I have shared here, I would certainly qualify as insane in this arena. But what is a Biblical response to all of this? We are made for relationship, but ultimately that relationship should be with Jesus. People will always disappoint us - He never will. He always sees and hears me - these are the truths I need remind myself of in moments of sadness. And I don't need to be connected to Facebook or other social media to be 'followed' by Him.
1 comment:
I spent years in the same situation, before I realized that the main thing keeping me apart was -- that I was sitting there apart, rehearsing my feelings of apart-ness. (Ruined my mood too.) Found out that if I would just stop that and join in, it actually really was all there was to it. (Usual caveat for the occasional circle of jerks, but there are plenty of non-jerks out there.)
Then there was some practice as I got over how clumsy I was at first.
But it was worth it.
Take care & God bless
Anne / WF
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