The Facebook Game

I had a very wise friend from high school tell me, "Facebook is not real life." Those are words which will stick with me for an extremely long time.

At the time I read those words, I thought, duh. I know Facebook isn't real life. It took a while for the words to sink in for me, though. In the beginning of my split, I played out some of what was happening through memes, posts, and other such things. I tried to keep contact with members of Nick's family. I finally decided to cut the majority of Nick's family off my Facebook page. I was weirded out by who was on "my side" and who was on "his side." I felt like Facebook friends mattered in the whole deal.

It didn't mean jack. I stopped posting things where it could be read into my relationship. Now I just post things I think are funny or inspirational. If it pertains to somebody, I tag them. When I go on Facebook, it's probably once a day, I'm on there for anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour (depending on whether I fall asleep), and I repost stuff I think is funny or inspirational. (Did I just repeat myself there?) The other thing you should know about me is I'm a chronic "liker."

How did it dawn on me that Facebook is not real life? I had friends in real life that I got to know sans Facebook. And I had people on Facebook that I lost some serious touch with. I often wonder if I'll get these relationships back. I also have come to realize I can't control life, and I definitely cannot control other people.

Also, if Facebook was real life, I'd only be active - like, super active - for part of the day. An extremely short part of the day. I'm pretty sure my body is active for much longer than that.

So I'm going to end this short dirt with a meme that I haven't posted on my timeline, simply for the fact some people do take Facebook too serious:


Until the next dirt...

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