Several times a day I sit down and attempt a post only to delete it. There is too much rattling around my head and my fingers can’t type fast enough to keep up with all that’s in there. Here are a few of them.

This first is a good one. If you have been reading my blog for awhile you know I am really into geneology. If you haven’t been reading my blog, well, I am really into geneology. I have tracked thousands of people. I have had DNA testing. I have made special trips across Canada just to track a lead. Anyway, this week I connected with a 4th cousin. That means we share the same great, great, great, great grandparents. Two of their daughters started their own line. One was his 3rd great grandmother. The other, my 3rd great grandmother. He is an American who is very discouraged and angry right now, as most of you are. He is a former minister who came out of the closet and has since married. We have chatted a lot already through email. It’s so fun to meet distant, sometimes very distant relatives.

The next one is good too. This book came in the mail today! If you are a blogger in some of the same circles I travel you will know why I am excited about this. Tonight. Tonight I shall read in bed!  I am withholding the blogger’s identity because of confidentiality.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mostly though, I am feeling very anxious these days. And depressed. And a lot sad. Sad at what this world has become. It feels as if we have finally reached the tipping point. Or rather, the other side of the tipping point. The point of no return. This morning I logged into Fuckedupbook and was immediately smacked with an article about North Korea. You can’t turn the newsfeed off. It makes me wonder why it can’t be turned off but then I get into conspiracy theories. Anyway, that had me crying. And then I see posts of people looking like they are happy and who have their shit together and are not sitting crying over North Korea. So, I permanently deleted my account. It wasn’t a knee jerk reaction. I never wanted to sign up in the first place but my weight loss support group has a page there so I signed up. For months I have been telling my husband that I am done. Today I was. I will miss parts of it. Annette ‘s new baby grandson for one! And all of you of course. And, the quick and easy connection with friends. But like I said before, Facebook seems to keep us disconnected. It’s supposed to keep us connected but it really doesn’t. Not for me, anyway.

I think that’s it for now. Sleep tight old world. Try to not let us destroy you and all of your inhabitants.

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  1. I have avoided farcebook. And hope to continue to do so.
    And yes, I am anxious and crying too.
    But there ARE good people. Kind people. Caring people.
    As always, heartfelt hugs.

  2. If you email me your cell number I can keep you supplied with a steady stream of baby pictures. 😉 You sweet thing…sometimes it all feels like too much huh. Good for you for taking care of yourself and doing what is best. ❤️

  3. I have had some wonderful genealogy experiences and know the feeling of discovery. I found a second cousin that could almost be my twin. She had more information about my great grandparents than I ever knew. It’s a great hobby.

  4. Yes! Let’s all give each other our phone numbers and delete our FB accounts and talk to each other like we used to do in the olden days! Over fences and on porches and through phone lines. My phone never rings anymore. It’s true. Facebook makes us/me feel lonely and left out. And I hate that newsfeed on the right too Birdie!

  5. Baby pictures will continue to be posted on my blog, as you know. I wish I had the guts to cut the Facebook line. I know it is toxic.
    Good book! I have it too!

  6. I haven’t been in FB in so long that I wonder if I even still have my account. If I do, then I should delete it because I hate that place. People are always fighting or boasting about something. Who the fuck cares. I need to get off Twitter too. That place is vicious.

  7. Hang in there, girl. I do not do facebook at all. Many, many years ago, I started a page with just my name and where I lived. I don’t even think I included a picture. I’ve never been back on it. I don’t like the snarkiness that I hear about from other people. I think that’s why I like blogging so much. It always seems very positive, or a safe place to write about what’s going on. Can you actually totally delete a facebook account? Try not to worry about world events – they are not dependent upon your emotions or energy. Most things do not even transpire. -Jenn

  8. Dear Birdie, thank you, thank you, thank you! you know why. I hope you enjoy. As for Facebook, it is a lie. People post such random things. I myself lie on Facebook. I got so tired of posting all the stories about the sky falling in, trying to shake people, wake people up to what is happening all around us. Then i realized my page was just one long howl, and then i decided: no more. i can’t live in all that rage and sorrow, and now i have been posting vegetarian recipe videos, for christ sakes, i don’t even really cook (much) and I’m not a vegetarian. mostly i like the colors of the food. i have not posted about my husband’s sudden debilitating illness, so you see, i don’t tell the truth about my life there. So i understand your frustration completely. its all lies or terror, very little in between. Your response to the article you saw is truth. Trust your heart. Love.

    • I think what mostly gets to me are certain people posting fantastic pictures of themselves which are followed by comments about how pretty or beautiful they are. Sour grapes on my part, I guess. But it’s always the same women. Women who really are beautiful, who have had people telling them, since they were old enough to understand, that they are pretty. I guess I have been The Ugly Duckling and I don’t understand this need for women to be told their attractive everyday. But it’s also the newsfeed. I just can’t take it anymore. I’m so afraid at where we are and the way it feels like we are on an unstoppable train bound for destruction of all of us. Ever since Trump was elected it seems we went past the tipping point. I have to believe that good will prevail.

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