A few of my friends have been posting this on Facebook. I’ve watched it circulate, & I know they just think it’s funny, but there’s something dark about it. Something not cool. One of my girlfriends had posted it, & since she is one of my few friends who doesn’t take every single thing personally, I decided to share my thoughts on it.
Sometimes, in the midst of joy & laughter & wonder, something unexpected happens & your heart just… breaks.
I left Facebook & have been using Tsu fairly exclusively, & have brought about 130 people over with me, although only a handful of them actually use it. Facebook is too convenient. Today I logged into Facebook because someone had messaged me (I get an email when that happens), & it was a very odd experience.
Disclaimer: it’s supposed to be tsu, with a little macron over the u, but too bad.
I’ve hated Facebook for a long time but I spend too much of my life there. Most of us do. And as time goes on, there are more & more ads, no longer confined to the sides of the interface but now even clogging up our newsfeeds. And this is after the updated Timeline format which makes just a single post take up your entire fricking monitor so that you can no longer get an overview of what your friends are doing, but are instead forced to have only a single (or sometimes 1.5) post – super big & in your face – at a time. And then there have been all the privacy disrespects. Yes, I’m using a verb as a noun, & Facebook is the inspiration for this. There’s poetry in that, but let’s talk about Tsu.
Tsu is another social platform, in its infancy. Here’s a screenie of what the general interface looks like:
Yeah yeah… I’m in a bad mood. And I probably dropped a bunch of displaced anger on this guy because I’m dealing with a full-on Narcissistic Personality Disorder jerkface for a few more weeks. But I mean it – when you end a friendship, if it ever had anything real to it, you say something to the other person. Say goodbye, for chrissakes. If you don’t, then you’re chickenshit. Sorry, no other word for it. Chickenshit.