My Social Dilemma (or FOMO)
So sorry about this.
I couldn’t save the world today because I had to scroll through the Facebook post to see what Celebrities Look Like Without Their Makeup.
I wasn’t able to get out for a 15 minute walk because it was important to catch up on what OctoMom’s kids look like now
I had to see what a Hot Mess that person from my high school bio class is now. She is obviously single and off in Oregon. Odd.
As for my co-worker from the 80s – she is dripping in wealth and entertaining every weekend at the Hamptons. And WHY are they not wearing masks? What is with these people – all summer long. I spent so much time chiding them in my brain that I didn’t paint my front bathroom this summer, as planned.
Who is that person in the private Facebook Writing group? I had to click through 15 Linkedin profiles to get the right Amy Kasweith.
I squandered the weekend because it was important to me to discover what Kate Middleton wore before she became a Royal
Before I knew it, it was Monday and I had to come up with something to enter in my friend’s Monday Punday contest,
I am somehow on the list for Real Estate in NYC. I have no plans on moving, but it is fascinating to see the prices (going up!) and the décor (what is with the grey?) and the fireplaces everyone has (glad I’m in style with that.)
Someone has spammed the Weight Watcher’s Recipe facebook group again and I have to make sure I report it to the group’s Admin. Really, do we believe that Abrahmayiiim Abramayiim, who just joined Facebook a day ago, with a suspiciously single profile picture, has lost 55.4 pounds in 2 months and has a cookbook to give away?
There were some productive moments during my Facebook scrolling.
I learned 10 new Napkin-folding trips for Thanksgiving., I watched 20 minutes of Irish step dancing, which gave me joy, and I listened to PS 22 choir sing to a teacher with cancer and cried my eyes out.
I gave back, too. I sent 3 apple dessert recipes to the girlfriend of a storyteller friend who just came back from Apple picking.
I amplified a “get out the vote” message.
Then, when it was finally time to call it a day and go cook dinner – the news broke that Jeffrey Toobin showed his weiner on a zoom call and now I have to google all the coverage to see whether he was actually flogging his log or whether his thing was merely peering out of the hole in his boxers.
Consensus? Flogging his log. Eeew.