This is difficult to write, so I’ll just get to the point.
The links that you all post to Facebook have grown tiresome.
Therefore, as of 2014, I will no longer be clicking anything you post there.
Nor will I comment on or “like” your blathering status updates.
Don’t take it personally. I’m just tired.
Tired of following every bit of online nonsense your palsied mouse-clicking finger shares, either from sheer meme-reflex, or worse, from a preposterous notion that I give a shit.
Don’t blame me. It’s not my fault that I have to say these things. I suffer from a real syndrome in which your links, status updates, political causes, pictures of meals (bought, made, or pooped), essentially everything that you draw my attention to on Facebook makes me violently ill.
Medical authorities call it Acute Facebook Fatigue, regardless of what WINZ says about it every time they reject my disability application.
Believe me. It’s the sickness talking, not me, when I say I’d rather drill a hole in my own teeth than pay a lick of attention to your Facebook feed.
When I see a link posted on Facebook with a caption like, “you won’t believe what happens next” or “these seven pictures of plumber’s crack will restore your faith in humanity,” I feel used.
Stop manipulating me. Maybe I don’t want to have a happy birthday. Maybe I don’t want to know how many of the 100 best novels ever I’ve read.
I used to follow all those links, and I liked a lot of them, and made hilarious comments that, in retrospect, your link never deserved.
Unfortunately, my particular syndrome attacks the part of the brain responsible for bullshit-tolerance.
The Fatigue forces me to ignore all your links, regardless of how I might actually feel about the content of those links.
What makes me sickest of all are these stupid, self-promoting posts from bloggers, photo-mosaic “artists”, cat fanciers, atheists, and spreaders of Fukushima Godzilla scenarios.
These fucking people make me sick most of all. Who cares if you like to take photographs with your shitty android phone of places most people don’t really care about to look at?
It doesn’t get much more vain and desperate than an adult sharing badly taken photographs. If it were me, I’d only take photographs of my most recent bowel movement, describing the food that it once was, and what that food tasted like.
This would eliminate 33 percent of all facebook posts, while illustrating the ramifications of eating an entire Christmas cake, by yourself, with the refrigerator door open.
But, I have far too much dignity to stoop to such public self-absorption.
Make no mistake, if you post a picture of your leavings, you will be ignored most of all.
So, let’s start the New Year right, ok? Consider yourself ‘Liked’ until next December 31.
And don’t forget to Like and Share on Facebook.
[[First draft, no proofing, photos were taken in Parnell, Britomart, and Tairua, assembled in mosaic form.]]