Facebook or Therapy?

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“ My therapist told me the way to achieve true inner peace is to finish what I start. So far today, I have finished two bags of M&M’s  and a chocolate cake. I feel better already.” ~ Dave Barry.


Daughter – Did you see so and so’s pictures on Facebook?

Me – No I haven’t been on Facebook for a while.

Daughter – Why not?

Me – I’m not very interested.

Daughter – You’re not interested in seeing what your friends and family are doing?”

Me – Not particularly.

Daughter – You used to enjoy Facebook, what happened to make you change your mind?

Me – Dad died!

Daughter – I think you need to speak to someone

Me –  What? I need therapy because I no longer enjoy Facebook and I’m not interested interested in seeing what so and so had to eat and drink last night?

Though I realise that comment was a bit rich coming from the woman who only a couple of days ago dedicated a whole blog post to her own food consumption!

When I visited Facebook in the months following hubby’s death, and without the swollen eyes I became irritated at other people’s pleasure. In my head, I was sarcastically muttering “Well good for you, enjoy it while it lasts!” As time went on, the sarcasm in my head faded which was a good thing as it wasn’t a nice place to be. Later a kind of numbness took over, a complete lack of interest in anyone’s Facebook activities and I visited less and less.

I have family members and friends who post to Facebook several times a day, umpteen selfies, food and drink posts, sober posts, drunken posts, silly animal posts and taking part in games that demand their personal data.

Yep, no doubt about it, I’m definitely the one in need of therapy!

(c) SueW-nansfarm.net 2018. Linked to the word Swollen from Fandango’s One Word Challenge.

18 thoughts on “Facebook or Therapy?

  1. Well, most young people (including you) seem to have abandoned FB. I rarely comment on anything nowadays and seem to spend all my time hiding, or deleting posts. I find I am reporting more and more obscenities/hate comments, and most posts seem to be funny animals that are not particularly funny. Those who do use it a lot tend to want to get annoyed about something that has nothing whatsoever to do with them.

    Annoyed of Nottingham!

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    1. Ooh… I like the idea of being young person! I agree with all you say. people have shocked me (not family) with some of the angry comments they make. It’s no longer the happy place it used to be. I’ve given up on Twitter and closed down Instagram too.

      I’ve found I’m quite happy on here though and enjoying meeting new people every day. I’m having a day or two of busy blogging. I think people will be fed up of seeing me before the week is out. I might even post another later. Today I’ve been looking at old videos that make me both laugh and cry! Thank you Peter.

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  2. I use it mainly to keep in touch with young family that are all over the world. I have found, lately, that there seems more and more aggression on there particularly over political posts. One thing I saw that made me laugh was: Years ago when people kept diaries, any owner would go daft if they thought someone had looked at it. Nowadays, folk put their whole life on FB and complain if no one looks at it!

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    1. Haha.. Oh, Trev that is so true. I still keep a diary, well, an iPad journal. You and Peter are so right about the aggression, it’s spoiled Facebook. Thanks Trev.

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  3. gc

    Where Susan do all these supposedly “normal” people find the time to indulge in their overly compulsive posting activities about themselves, their daily proclivities and a smattering of other non essential information that only a trusted family therapist would be interested in viewing?

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  5. I started my FaceBook account 9 years ago to stalk one of my daughters who at the time was being very elusive and her elder sister told me that if I wanted to know what she was doing, I needed FaceBook. It took 18 months for the skulking daughter to accept my ‘friend’ request, by which time the issues that were troubling me had resolved. Over time I found myself more and more enthralled by FaceBook (and Twitter, and later Instagram). Twitter tired me out so I stopped but FaceBook continued to be a haven. Then I realised that I was more and more sleepless, suffering with palpable anxiety rather than the low-slung angst that is part of my natural make-up. Some self analysis revealed what I knew to be true. That Social Media was causing this erupting unease, restlessness, nervousness and that I needed to wean off FaceBook. So I did. I stopped. And then slowly I peeped in and I was quite horrified at what I saw. Grown adults of my age posting multiple times a day …. expressing emotions and opinions that really should not be shared on such a platform (I’m not convinced lunch should, either 😉). I had never been that person but I had been inhaling it all like a narcotic and wondered why I was showing all the signs of an addict! So now I stick with WordPress and I love it … I am a very active participant, that is my nature but somehow it manages not to trigger the near-panic that FaceBook did. This is such an excellent article … perfectly poised and piquantly presented. Bravo M’dame!

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      1. I pop in occasionally, usually when one of my daughters tells me ‘Go see what so and so has posted’ but I don’t post anything myself, not anymore.


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