I have a Facebook account. I am not proud of that fact.
I joined up four years ago, when I sold all my belongings and left the USA to live and work abroad. It was the easiest way I could think of to share photos with family and friends in the USA. That’s how it all started.
If I could have managed to just post photos, everything might have been different. If. IF.
However. Once I began to actually read what people were writing, the snit hit the fan, and splattered everywhere. It’s a little like Ron White on the Blue Collar Comedy Tour: I had the right to remain silent, I just did not have the ability.
Facebook allows people to express their views, which is a good thing, except when I read them. Then it is not a good thing. I am a teacher by profession. Teachers teach, it is what we do. So, when someone makes an error, I teach. Dammit.
I don’t have TIME for Facebook!