Today on Facebook I discovered that Mary had a cheese sandwich for lunch and Joe loves his wife so much he just couldn’t manage without her. Suzanne is in a new relationship with Douglas and Rosie’s dog chewed her iPhone.
I liked the cheese sandwich which already had fifty three likes, wished Suzanne a big congratulations even though it is her third relationship in three months, and gave a big shout out to the dog.
And then I updated my status.
Yo Jo’burg, it’s wet and rainy, time to impulsively buy a new pair of boots.
I got ten likes within two minutes.
I thought about ‘impulsively’ going to buy these new boots but instead watched a tutorial on how to apply liquid eyeliner and admired Talia’s holiday pics.
I have no idea who Talia is.
I stalked an old lover, stalked another old lover and thought about stalking a potential lover.
It took a lot of courage not to.
Instead I checked the cheese sandwich. It was up to a hundred and three likes. My boot post was still only on ten.
Ten, even though I hadn’t yet impulsively bought them.
Facebook makes me immobile. I get stuck. I find myself liking things I don’t like. I watch videos that are ridiculous. I tell the whole world about my boots. I waste an inordinate amount of time.
I forced myself to close my computer, leave the house and go to the shoe shop. I found the most fantastic pair of boots. I bought them. I photographed them. I put the photograph on Facebook.
And then, in a very strong moment, I deleted the pic. And I logged out. I deleted the Facebook app.
And I know it’s only the app on my phone and not on my computer. But it’s a start.
It’s time to show off my boots. In real life. They’re cool hey? Feel free to like them. Over here…
Pic lifted off the internet!