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FB = cutesy cat poster

FB FINGEROk, so hell hath frozen over or whatever because my social media coordinator forced me to get a Facebook page.  I have staunchly avoided having a FB page.  I’ve always considered FB invasive, time-wasting, mundane, and stupid.  Gsus, was I right or was I right?   This is what you guys have been doing this whole time on the interwebs? Back in the 80’s everyone had these nauseatingly cutesy cat posters like these….HANG IN THERE OH SHITFacebook is the modern intellectual equivalent of staring at these fucking cat posters all day.  Do you think anyone gives a fuck?  I do not give a fuck about your upbeat life quote staged against a sunset.  Fucking gross, yo.  Of course, I care what is really happening with people, but none of that seems to be on FB.   (And KB, if you’re reading, this is not a dig at your Moshi post.  Moshi is allowed.)  And as an aside, what is this “poking” shit?  Poking is aggressive. KITTEN BURGER

Honestly, I’m just there to shill.  My professional FB page will never contain personal content.  From a business building standpoint, I understand why my social media coordinator forced me to launch with a three-prong approach (website, FB, IG), but now that I’m actually on the book of faces, it’s even more inane then I originally thought.  I will begrudgingly participate because it is required, but deep down you know the truth: I hate you, Facebook, and we’re not friends.   FB FACES

Demeter Clarc Manners Moment: do we have to pretend to keep in touch?

Today culminates and concludes the intensive program I participated in every single one of the last 26 days.  No it wasn’t a fat farm, and it wasn’t rehab you bitches.Just under 40 people from all around the world participated.  Over the last few days, people have been frantically collecting numbers, email addresses, and making big promises to meet up soon.  Can folks just admit this over-emotional, hyper-attachment is mostly a big bag of bullshit?  It’s like summer camp: a short, intense bonding experience.  Honestly, how many people do you still speak to from summer camp?Of the forty or so people I was forced to spend the last 26 days straight with, there are approximately 4 I’m interested in keeping up with in the future.  I will make sure those people know how to contact me and I them.  I prefer to keep a tight circle and put energy into people that don’t make me want to burst into flames.  Anymore, pretenses to the contrary wear me out.Enough with the Facebook.  I have never had a Facebook page and I will never have a Facebook page.  Facebook encourages some fake fuckery, as if you can collect friends like trading cards.  As long time readers know, I value privacy over accessibility.  I realize I’m in the extreme minority on this point, and I promise I understand and still ♥ you even if your are a FB fanatic.I know goodbyes are difficult, but I refuse to undignify myself by lubricating the farewells with a bunch of false promises.