I must protest. Facebook asks too much. Or, is it Facebook friends? Already I feel bombarded by the increasing numerous diversions of technology. I’d almost like to find a little cabin in the woods and hide. But, I can’t. I’m already living there.
I find that time is NOT my own. There are too many have-to’s. The time waster is one I learned about yesterday when driving back from Priest Lake on the radio. It’s almost unbelievable. It’s a journey to hell.
Now . . . now. What can be so shocking, so bad. It’s now our apparent DUTY to leave a Facebook Legacy, to have a Facebook advocate after death to carry out even more of our last wishes. That means a streaming record of photos, posts and information should be shared after our death on social media. STOP! Life is over, guys. There will be no more REST IN PEACE. Will our tombstone or ash box carry our Facebook or other chosen media link!
As a practical person, I think that if every person around the world carries out this plan who is going to have any time at all to work, play, savor, listen, plan or think.
Therefore, my new resolution is to protest this plan.
Must we follow the social media cycles? Is the new Facebook Legacy a cycle? I protest. Should the short period of time we each have on earth be to spend it in a way that rarely benefits. Death is death. Can’t we leave a legacy of memories? Without Facebook?
Isn’t a well-written obituary of a life the best end?