If I had a dollar for every time someone told me, “If it weren’t for work I’d never be on Facebook,”
I’d have 79 cents for every dollar because I’m a white woman
and not a white man.
But wait, Joe Blow from
Tacoma, Washington, thinks the gender pay gap is a dangerous myth,
or maybe he’s a she-spy from Russia sent to inject doubt like a steroid, doped-up needle in muscle.
A doctor once tried to get codependency listed in the DSM as a personality disorder
but more doctors don’t see it as a negative trait because it’s helpful
sometimes for families.
The doctor argued
that “when specific personality traits become excessive” they can
cause “significant impairment in functioning” or cause “significant distress,” according to Wiki.
Don’t believe that stuff, they tell us. It should just be the start of where you find your sources of information,
but who really spends the time digging for more when there are videos to like?
Yeah no me either.
But oh yes sometimes.
Here are the criteria that must be present for codependency:
Self-esteem derived from controlling others; boundary distortions; assumed responsibility for others.
And most importantly, “enmeshment” in relationships with other codependent people, aka
social media users, friends, likes, retweets, loves — are these people to you
It’s OK if so.
Hashtag me too and I believe you and I am frustrated I delete
things that don’t get “enough” likes in a certain timeframe and I hate how much an algorithm controls me.
Did you know that a member of the team that created the Facebook “like” button now pays someone else to
monitor her Facebook page while Silicon Valley types send their kids to
schools where smartphones are
banned? But you’re hooked too
late and addicted by design. Doesn’t Facebook information
make Wikipedia look like Britannica? She doesn’t want to use the thing she designed.
They profit from me
and my habit, which just wasted 15 minutes of my morning
because I looked through all my own photos wondering how someone else in particular might look at them.
It makes imagining what might have been, seeing myself in another life, too easy, seem possible, while at the same time,
it makes putting myself in someone else’s shoes too
hard. We’re not alike.
So then I get mad
at the people sharing only half the story, because global warming is
real, and at drag queens who profit from emulating powerful women but make fun of the basic ones.
Through a meme that’s mean
or a comment that has nothing to do with moving the conversation.
It all makes me feel much more powerful than I really am but at the same time, completely powerless.
Exposed. Perfect or
trying to be. So when something real happens, I don’t even process it,
I just think of ways to write about it on Facebook, to the point that I have backlogs of shit to work through.
But who has the time when you have starving animals and beaten children to worry about fixing and saving?
Or people to scoff at for posting cryptic messages, so obvious
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