Thursday, June 24, 2010
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.
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?