Ever since Chef launched into Full Throttle Insanity Mode in this midlife crisis thing, I’ve noticed that I don’t spend much time on Facebook anymore. I have 212 “friends”, and it seems that they are all having a better time in life right now than I am.
While I’ll spill my shameless secrets here on my website, I have very rarely written much about my life on this social network. It just always seemed like more information than people would want or need to have.
Now, no one can ever accuse me of being a romantic. I don’t know why, but even in the best moments of my relationship, I still have never been sappy about love. I never thought “All we need is love…” Oh, I don’t think so! Love don’t pay the bills, and it don’t put food in a hungry tummy. Believe it or not, in my marriage, Chef is the actual romantic. I’ve always been the practical voice in this partnership. (He’s going to love that I shared that with you all..)
Today, because I’m feeling kind of annoyed and agitated, with a tad bit of nostalgia for the good old days of sanity thrown in, and very head-achy, I headed over to Facebook to see what my peoples have been up to lately.
And then, like a bolt of lightning hitting me square in my achy brain, I remembered why I haven’t been hanging out on Facebook lately:
I was right to stay away from Facebook in my present state of mind.
Attacking young newlyweds all flushed with new love with gloomy realities of just what a pain in the butt love can turn out to be is not something people thank you for..It is too much honesty.
Starting tomorrow, no Facebook without Prozac.