A southern grandmother recounts experiences and thoughts following her retirement to the Red Hills near Tallahassee, Florida. Who knows what she'll say?
June 11, 2015
Hello, Again. It Feels Like Home.
Granted. I've been rather argumentative on Facebook lately. Ever since a family member extrapolated meaning from my words that simply wasn't there and I felt the need to defend myself.
So I've come home.
An article I read almost a year ago suggested that Facebook users stop "liking" so many posts, reposts, articles, and videos and start "commenting" on them instead. That doesn't work either - not when you're trying to make a point and NOBODY gets it.
Admittedly, my sarcasm is usually taken seriously the same way that my humor is misunderstood. Go figure. Trying to say "stop whining" got translated not long ago into "my great retirement is a better life than you have."
Hinting that "I did it by myself" didn't send the message that I intended of "where were you when I NEEDED YOU?" to any of my friends taking part in that particular conversation.
And so I sit. Don't hit "like" except on pictures and short comments actually written by family and friends. Don't open links. Don't watch silly videos. Rather, I talk a lot. And that has got to end.
I tried posting interesting articles and music instead of talking.
My share of a housekeeping article was taken by many to be a "hey-look-at-me-my-sink-is-always-clean" announcement instead of what it was for me. A self-help I saved in order to stay ahead of all of these new adopted/fostered kittens.
Yes. As Corey said, my Facebook has become a diary and one that can't be picked up in the middle without making assumptions that don't apply. Not good. So I am moving back home. To a place with no comments coming from left field.
Home where when I write what I do, did, said, ate, cooked, enjoyed, photographed, hated, or puzzled over in my mind, friends don't post googled self-help articles or give me well-meaning advice. I write "I should, I need to, I must," NEVER, EVER "you should, you need to, you must." That cabbage truck is long past and I try not to preach or give my seemingly untranslatable advice to anyone.
See. Right there. That last paragraph was filled with humor. Did you catch it? No? Just thought I was serious? Point made! Should I write "(grinning)" or "LOL" or simply stop trying and let the chips fall where they may?
Reminds me of a song my Granddaughter used to post. "You don't know me....at all." But that's Okay. This feels like home anyway. Facebook? Not sure. One friend only posts his blog there. There's that.
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