I love facebook. I don't like the games like Farmville or Skankville, or any of those other time-consuming ways to drive other people crazy. Sending flowers or hearts...not my thing. I just like the connection with people who feel the same way about things I do, and even the connection with people who don't. It has been so wonderful to find people I knew waaaay back when, at a time when I didn't know how to pick friends or people I liked or disliked. Now it's nice that we've all grown up and can still reminisce from totally different perspectives.
Okay - here's what stresses me out though, and truly it's all on me. I am too insecure or something, I guess. Say I make a comment to something someone wrote. Then I get really frustrated when someone doesn't acknowledge MY comment. Maybe I'm not insecure, maybe I'm really a selfish attention whore. I'll give you a specific example. I noticed under my cousin's thread (jargon for the beginning of a "discussion") people were congratulating her for losing some weight and she mentioned that she stopped drinking diet coke. So I added that I am inspired by her, and that I had read all sorts of bad stuff about aspartame, blah blah blah. Anyway, I guess I thought that people should respond to my very informative addition to the thread, and when people continued to add comments I was sure there would be thanks involved. But no, they just kept congratulating her as if they hadn't even READ my comment! And maybe they hadn't, but in any case I followed along to see where the topic of discussion would go, and my cousin responded to somebody who came after me about the negative stuff she had read about aspartame...with NO mention of what I had said and NO thanks whatsoever. I need therapy to figure out why this grates on me so badly. I mean, it's not a personal affront to me. I tell myself it really has nothing to do with me, so what's eating at me? Do I have a desperate need to be needed maybe? Do I need constant stroking of my ego? Do I need to hear someone affirm my thoughts and feelings constantly?
Ugh. No matter what, this needs to stop. My sister says I need to make everything be about me, and even though she usually says it with a nasty edge to her voice which sounds a bit bitter and, dare I say, hateful, I guess she's on to something. The good news is she doesn't read my blog, so she'll never know I admitted that she may be right. I still have my motto to always fall back on..."at least I'm not driving around with bodies in my trunk." Thanks to Todd Snider for those lyrics. It truly put life into perspective.
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