I know I always pick on Facebook, but I really don’t like the showing-offiness of that platform. I haven’t completely abandoned it, because it did help me to reconnect with some long-lost school friends, but I visit it as little as possible.
Afright from a nightmare where my mother once more
waxes satirical about my weight,
I shake off the sludge of family binds and turn
to my friends in the blue glow of pre-dawn screens.
That’s the way we do it now: no calling, no comfort
of voice. Mere updates and pictures of lives
manicured like a Wimbledon lawn.
But, curated or not, I still care about my mates
or so I think until I see
pictures of a party with all my favourite things
tailor-made for my friend and me.
Except I never received an invite.
You express it all so well, Marina Sofia. ‘Facebook lives’ often do look perfect, even though we know that they really aren’t. In fact, a recent study I read about suggests that too much time on FB puts one at risk for symptoms of stress and depression. It’s not hard to see why.
I feel ya. Sometimes I stick my tongue out at the screen, lol. You are loved. ❤️
Wonderful! Takes me right back to my Grammar School days of not fitting on…. :s
… or fitting in, even!
Haha I think we can all relate to that poem – love it!!
Ha! So true! I hate Facebook with a passion – it’s destroyed the world! *takes calming breath*
Definitely one of the downsides of facebook. I don’t prowl it, much, except when the hubby watches sports or something I’m not too engaged in–though my poems post automatically.
I loved this:
manicured like a Wimbledon lawn.
But, curated or not…
Everyone I know seems to get in trouble on facebook….
I’m finding it difficult to connect on any social network at the minute. Not sure why that is. It all seems so hectic. No time for conversations.
Such a true post, MarinaSofia. I just got caught in one of these Facebook obsessing phases last week and it’s not a good place to be, or a healthy one. I sometimes wonder if it’d be easier to delete my account, but it does come handy for work purpouses so…
I don’t usually care much about such things, am too busy in my own little bubble, so I was surprised at the vehemence of my reaction and disappointment.