Facebook Friends Defeat Funk Attack

Yesterday I did not post for many reasons but mainly due to a major “Funk Attack.” I had spent the morning learning Congress thinks Greece and South Korea more worthy of my tax dollars than I. No worries; I’ll find something to get me out of this funk, “what’s happening on Facebook?”

Now I don’t know about you but I joined Facebook as a social thing, a way to stay in touch with family and friends, to be in the loop. What I have come to realize is that my so-called friends have secret desires I’m not sure I want to know about.


When I accepted these people I knew in real life as friends I had no idea they had such devious intentions. Who knew half of my friends would rather steal you blind, put out a hit on you or join in a coalition to oust from the hood, rather than communicate. Thank god they have restraint in real life.

The other half of my so-called friends, well half of them aspire to be farmers or should I say ranchers. These friends are not happy with a small prosperous farm; they want a ranch with the Taj-Mahal on it. Funny, how most of these friends live in condos to avoid yard work, yet their on-line secret desire is to make a living from dirt, who knew?

The last small shares of friends act normal or at least close to their real life self. Those that love to gamble, gamble on-line, those that are real life do-gooders, do so on-line and so on. But as I read the secret desires of my Facebook friends I began to wonder, “Who are these people?” Why did I not know this about them? I logged off.

Logged off Facebook I was nowhere near out of my “Funk Attack.” In fact on top of being in a funk I was now confused as to whether or not I actually wanted to run into half of my friends again. So, what would help with this funk?

Well, I took it to the source; I fired off an email to both President Obama and Mitch McConnell. To President Obama I shared my mother’s wisdom and informed him that you cannot take care of someone else until you can take care of yourself. I thought it appropriate.

To Mitch McConnell I said he should be ashamed of himself for claiming to be a Kentuckian. Kentuckians do not act like he does and we take care of our own first. But do you want to know what I actually was thinking and really wanted to say?

I wanted to tell him that if he did not straighten up and fly right that I apparently have friends. Friends that have secret, devious desires, that I just knew, would jump at the chance to score mega points selecting him as a adversary.

That thought brought a smile to my face and with that the funk had lifted. Who knew FaceBook friends with their secret, devious desires could lift you out of a “Funk Attack.” Do you have friends with secret devious desires?

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