Secrets

This idea just popped into my head, and i wanted to share before *ahem* I forgot again. Yes, I'm going to forget a lot of things, I've been working on the short-term, and it's been coming back, but random thoughts and musings? they just blip on and off, just like yesterday.

By the way, yesterday was a little scattered, and I completely blame watching Vicki Christina Barcelona. You try blogging and following a Woody Allen movie at the same time! No wonder I was distracted for the first ten minutes... so much information from the narrator. Good movie, but oy. I'm not a fan of having my movies narrated. I could have figured out most of the emotional complications pretty well without him telling me about it. Oh well.

Yesterday, I told you about one of my secrets. Today, I thought it would be interesting to talk about your secrets, or lack thereof.

Why? Well, I've been informed (and I'm calling you out!) that I tend to share a lot of information on facebook. Yes, Brother, I'm talking to you! However, I'm certainly not denying it, I totally do. Usually really inane, minor details about everyday life, or my snarky opinions when something stupid happens in the news. Or when I can't find my stupid mouse rug, which is still among the missing! It must have run away. OR when I get new music, talk about warm fuzzies!

Anyway, back on track. As we all know (since everyone who reads this, that I know, is linked to it from facebook), we all have to "like" pages, movies, TV shows, and groups to express our interests. I think it's pretty damn stupid and pretty much don't "like" anything anymore. The last one I did "like" was one of the boats from Deadliest Catch (no, I really can't get over that show), and i can't even be bothered to "like" the show. Not until I know the Cornelia Marie will be back, Discovery Channel! You do right by those Harris boys and the rest of the crew!

But you, my friends. You guys go nuts, NUTS I tell you! Just a sampling of things you guys have "liked" today: When we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours we fall in love; I [sic] rather be in pain by honesty that pleased by your lies; If anyone sends me anymore farmville request i am going to burn your crops and kill your animals; For those who have experienced the pain caused by stepping on a lego; I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right (girls only); Let's start a christian revival right here, right now! click "like" if you believe jesus is the lord; and, If you can read this . . . press like (written upside-down, and I read it just fine).

Yesterday there was a humdinger, something about if I have to take a drug test to work my ass off, you should have to take a drug test to be on welfare. That one was... wow. Hello, opinion! How the heck are you? Over the past few weeks, there have been notable ones about Prop. 8, politicians, anti-politicians, and things about love your sister, love your mom, love your military husband/ friend/ guy you know, love your dog (no lie), love your cowboys boots (lie). It all starts to read like a country song after a while.

Look at all the information I know about you! I know your political and religious affiliations, though I don't particularly care to know (not my business, really), i know who's gay, who loves their gays, who's not the biggest fan of gay marriage, who likes Obama and who really doesn't like Obama, who's a stoner, who's a drug user of some other kind, who's a lush, who's a prude, who's saving themselves for marriage, all kinds of stuff!

Wow, I never knew this about you guys! All the years we spent growing up together, and I never knew you felt the need to identify with other people allergic to strawberries as a part of your social interactions, but I'm super glad you have the appropriate outlet to do so now, thanks to facebook!!

I'm not going to say that this is a stupid thing to do, because I don't really think it is ... entirely. All the chain letters, naughty things in Disney films, and pictures of awkward people that you have to "like" in order to see them? Complete waste of time (I'm looking at you, Cole). Truth be told, I have no idea how to find these things to "like" besides what's recommended in the sidebar, and I've become very adept at ignoring those. Seriously. I reckon I could click that little heart or on whatever link it indicates you found that thing (is it a page anymore? i have no idea), but... you know what? Ignorance. Bliss. Oh yeah, I'm there, babe.

But I rather enjoy reading what you think is a pertinent addition to your profile. Sometimes I do wonder if you guys really think about what you're "like"-ing before you do it. For example, if you had been smart like one facebooker I know, I'll call him Dane(+uh), then you would have posted a status update wondering how to make farmville go away. And I would have told you how to remove all traces of it in less than three easy steps, just like I did, since I too don't care about the wandering pink cow. BUT NO, two of you just had to "like" a group with a rather violent name. Makes me wonder what on Earth happened to make you so angry, guys! Push the neat little buttons on facebook, they're everywhere and they actually do things. Novel idea, right?

Oh, there's the truth of it. Am I making fun of you? Only if you're not laughing too. But truly, folks. Let's think first. Is the fact that you can read upside-down really something that helps us get to know you all over again? Do we really, REALLY need to know that? Maybe not, you think?

And do we need to see that you've joined a bunch of groups or liked a bunch of pages to be utterly convinced that you do, in fact, love your military husband? Sweety, let me tell you something. The pictures of you and yours that are posted convince me a lot more than you "like"-ing that page. A lot more.

But hey, if it's a fun thing for you to do, then keep on keepin' on, fellas. After all this is just my opinion, just another little commentary that borders on overshare territory. And I'm going to keep on keepin' on too, so... take it as you will, do what you want, and just know that somewhere out there, someone is probably wondering why you even bothered hitting that stupid "like" button and laughing at you for doing so. And it may or may not be me.