I love Facebook. It's useless to lie about it, really. I love how much stalking I can do, I love being able to search someone's grandmother's vacation she took two years ago in Guam, I love being given a challenge from a friend on who to find and what to find out. I love social media, in general, hell, it's how I spend a lot of my time on my phone, which is a lot of time. I'm not the type of person to blame our entire generation for spending time on social media because there's actually plenty to learn from social media. It's a platform for ideas, for sharing stories about our lives, and a platform of which we can pick and choose those topics in which we desire to learn more about.
A lot of my family lives in Italy which is probably why I love Facebook so much. Messenger makes it easy for me to send a quick message and I can see pictures of my second cousins. Facebook also gives me a silent-keep-in-touch with people who have moved away or simply moved on from having a presence in my life. And I don't hold onto any hostility about that, I'm just glad there's a way I can keep up with their lives-- their accomplishments, their new residences. I also love being able to read people's statuses regarding new jobs, new ideas, or a new place of living, unless you're someone I hate-- then I just love to pull myself down a black hole of misery because of your positivity. But that's okay-- it makes me work harder.
I've thought about this for awhile. I think there are probably several people on Facebook who do not give anything close to a damn about me sharing my blog. I'm sure some people who don't care for my existence probably send it in a group message to their friends saying "Ugh, Silvia's at it again!" But that's ok! Because I'm doing the same thing!! I do it when I see 55 pictures of someone's 29th birthday, and even though I'm wondering why there was so much photography from such an event, I'm still scrolling through to see the birthday cake I would've devoured before any sort of picture could have been taken. I also don't realize the difference that some mothers seem to realize when they both pictures of their 21 WEEK OLD baby as opposed to their 25 WEEKS AND THREE HOURS baby, but I'm still looking at the little birthday-spoiled magic bean because I like to stalk and make fun and complain just as I give everyone the right to do with my annoying liberal posts.
So, the same goes for politics. You know, we really don't know if any one of us is right. We hold our opinions and adhere them to facts or statistics and we hope to God we're right because then all of our protesting, debating, and screaming that DONALD TRUMP IS A BASTARD would have been for nothing. But I'm not going to say ENOUGH WITH THE POLITICAL POSTS because the election is not over, in fact it's just beginning. And somewhere out there is a person scrolling through Facebook thinking that today they'd really like to get into politics, and they're searching Facebook with some answers. Maybe they'll scroll through and see sources that aren't reputable and be able to tell them a part from those that are, or maybe they won't, but either way they'll begin to learn something, they'll begin to learn to form their opinion on something, and that makes them a more well-rounded, informed individual. Or, perhaps, just as there were Conservatives screaming their heads off about Obama being president for a good 8 years and counting, there are Liberals doing the same about Donald Trump-- that's ok. Let people be people. Politics will never be kept aside. So, all complaints aside, spread the word, spread your word, read, research, share. It's a platform. Let's use it.
I like to write; point blank. This is a little piece of me that I get to share with the rest of the world, and hey, you know, maybe you'll appreciate it, maybe it'll do nothing for you. But my writing exists, and that's enough for me.
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