Why do I hate the book of faces? Mainly, because it makes me like humans less.
If it were not for Facebook, I would not have known how many people I know in real life are racists, anti-government extremists, or science deniers.
If it were not for Facebook, I wouldn’t have known that the majority of adults don’t know the difference between to and too, here and hear, and there and their.
Before Facebook, I thought people were more creative than they are. But I can scroll through two days-worth of posts without finding an original sentence, or even an original photo.
Before Facebook, I did not realize how petty people are.
“So just got back from China kitchen hear in Fort Worth and there food really sucked I asked for large coke and the girl brought what looked like medium maybe even small? She did not even smile or say sorry what is happening too our country? #Stopimgration #makemericagreatagain.”
Before Facebook, I did not realize that the simple comment, “Prayers,” was helpful.
Nor did I realize that cheerleader try-outs are an appropriate occasion to request prayer.
Without Facebook, I would not have known that a man I used to respect would believe that he, or anyone else, would be blessed within the hour for sharing a post that declared his love for Jesus.
Before Facebook, I thought adults were more discerning and less gullible. “I seen it on Facebook,” was not enough reason to believe that the U.S. military uses Wal-Mart as a staging ground to wage war on the American public.
Before Facebook, I did not know that my sister thinks everyone who believes the way I do about a certain issue is a “Libtard.”
I would not have thought that my aunt was silly enough to write, “I love you sweet puppy,” in the comment section under a picture of a mangy, pathetic looking three-legged dog with the caption, “I bet no one will give me a like or share.”
Nor did I realize that I was mean enough to think, “I sure as hell won’t.”
Before Facebook, I didn’t realize how many people in my community are against free lunches at school but will solicit donations to feed the “fur babies” at the animal shelter.
Before Facebook, I did not know that some adults spend all their time playing computer games, nor did I realize how badly they would like me to join them in that pursuit.
Without Facebook, I wouldn’t know that half the people I went to high school with are grandparents and act like grandparents. Nor that they are having knee and hip surgeries.
Thank you, Facebook. I’ve been enlightened, but I prefer my former ignorance.