You might say this is a declaration of sorts. A warning. Whatever. A darling and dear friend of mine says, and I whole-heartedly agree, that facebook has become so saturated with rants (political, social, religious, whatever) that she is just over it. While I cannot, legitimately, walk away from facebook entirely because of work, I CAN prune my lists down to only connect and share with close friends and family and I intend to do just that. And you know what, guys, I know I do it too. I didn’t used to, but I’ve been swept up in the mob hysteria from time to time and I am heartily sick of my own inability to SHUT UP. And, since I am officially out of the “everybody should have a say and I will fairly and evenly listen and process every point of view and try and find a middle ground” business, I don’t have to feel like I’m being unfair by not being interested in listening/reading about views that go against everything I believe. (they aren’t listening to me anyway, so why should I listen to them or feel compelled to try and meet reasonably somewhere in the middle?)
Connecting with everybody has been fun, but I’m tired. Tired of the rants. Tired of biting my tongue ALL. THE. TIME. I swear, Mother, that level path is getting harder to find. So, I’m mowing the grass so to speak. I am just wired to want to “dialogue” about issues and life is too short to constantly feel the urge to “mix it up” (nicely, of course) with those who stand at the polar opposite of me. Right or wrong.
I get why monks lived in monasteries; rather than deal with all the DRAMA. Not that I’m promoting the monastic lifestyle. I like talking and singing and eating and not doing yard work too much. And I’m not big on burlap, which, I swear, all the monk’s robes in the movies look like they are made of.
Where are your pants? 