Facebook is slowly killing me

Facebook is slowly killing me. It reminds me of how I feel every time I sprinkle a packet of pink sweetener in my tea. I know it’s not good for me, but how is this little bit going to hurt me? Then before I know it, I’ve had six glasses of iced tea and my placemat looks like I’ve just snorted a couple lines of coke.


I enjoy Facebook and I love feeling a connection with friends old and new. But, and I guess this is a flaw in my personality, every time I read a post that I find contrary to my own beliefs or some that are just down right offensive, it feels like part of me dies a little. I have always hated conflict and disagreement. I mean, can’t we all just get along?!

I have got to learn to differentiate myself from these comments. When someone on Facebook (or in person, for that matter) says something that I disagree with, I can’t take that on. I need to learn to celebrate our diversity of thought. That’s what made this country so great. But lately our political and theological debate has become so polarized, we are no longer able to have civilized and respectful dialogue. Now we just post short provocative jabs at one side or the other.

I guess what this really says to me is that Facebook and Twitter are really not the best forum for these subjects. They are better done in the context of relationships that are healthy and respectful. It seems now a days we can’t even agree to disagree.

So maybe I should just delete my account. Maybe I would be better off if I spent my time journaling and writing down my thoughts for nobody to ever read, until I die that is, and then I won’t care if anyone agrees or disagrees with me.