I don’t know if you could call it an addiction, the day may come when I’ll just up and quit, but I certainly have the facebook habit and I have it bad.
I leave the occasional smartass comment on a random post from somebody I don’t know, I argue about poetry even though I know most of the people I am arguing with don’t have anywhere near the same definition of poetry I do and would call the stuff I write doggerel or light verse, I argue with people about politics and religion although I am coming to the conclusion, a bit more every day, that the reason these subjects are taboo is not because they cause arguments and end friendships, but just because they are futile, nobody is ever actually convinced of anything.
You never know what you’ll find
One quote I read once said “A man convinced by argument will be of the same opinion still” and I don’t know who said it but I read that probably 30 or 40 years ago and it’s stuck with me ever since. Is that the power of truth or is that the power of rhyme?
Anyway, I’m drifting away from the point I intended to make which is that reading facebook is a lot like picking through the garbage, which is something I used to do, you can find all sorts of stuff in the garbage, even furniture.
It was my wife who put a stop to that habit. She said it was a deal breaker.
Anyway, you occasionally find a gem on facebook, a really cool video you wouldn’t have seen otherwise, a link to some good information, sometimes even an interesting and illuminating conversation among intelligent, educated people.
But you have to sift through the garbage, the “answer this if you’re a genius” questions and “pick one of these 9 trees and then read what that says about your personality” or “which literary character are you?” and every time you click on one of those things, it seems to me, you are diminished somewhat as a human being.
Still, I sometimes do. It’s an addiction.
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