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Enough is Enough

Neighbor's Driveway - Big Bend, Texas

We live in interesting times, for a fact; I find it unsettling as often as not. I am going to try and wait to put on the tinfoil hat ’till the last minute- let’s see how that goes.

A Triplet O’ Signs had been put on me in the last week or so and I try and pay attention when that is going on.  It just behooves one to do so.

My buddy, Fatguy Scott ,  expert adviser on Dallas bottle blonds, Wonderbras and the correct whiskey for any social occasion threw this out. ‘Ya’ll are fucking up, putting everything on the Book of Face.  Own yourself.  Mark my words.’  Hmmph.   He does that kinda thing, throws it out there with no additional elaboration and walks off.

I have had a Facebook account for some time now.  My good reasoning said it would be a great way to keep up with both kids when it seemed they had trouble locating my phone number.  But here lately, I expect the lidless Eye of Sauron to appear every time I go to Facebook.   Let me see if I can sort the fly shit from the pepper and attempt an explanation.   I have always played Facebook close to the vest, sharing little and on only rare occasion.  In the last six months or there’bouts,   being involuntarily inserted into other people’s lives has started to weigh on me.   Folks are telling me more than I want to know about important/foolish/personal happenings in their lives and it seems they feel bound to do so according to the Facebook.   Generally speaking, I don’t even want to go there in most instances and would not even consider knowing about it had I any choice.

So the other day, I was checking in and scrolling down the timeline of what my friend’s were having for supper, the latest wise saying that defined their life perfectly, the last cause that I needed to Facebook ‘Like’ (The Blind Cat Rescue Mission- seriously) and I was thinking ‘ This whole crazy house is seriously out of control.  What are these people thinking???’   and I saw it.  It was a picture of a young boy of 6 or 7 laying in a hospital bed with a unholy bad case of road rash on the side of his face and all sorts of tubes running everywhere.   The story on the picture was that it was this woman’s nephew-in-law’s grandson and I needed to pray for him.   Did you get all that?  Nephew-in-Law? What could have possibly compelled this woman to share this with the world?

Yesterday, just as my shift was closing,  a 20-something anglo kid came walking through the gate which is usually a sign of an out of the ordinary event.   Looking up, I saw a small silver car pulled over on the shoulder a few hundred yards up the Farm to Market. He had a smart phone in his right hand and was spending about half his time one-thumbing a tweet or status update or something as we attempted communication.  I could tell he wasn’t a rig hand because he lacked the raccoon tan that they all have from wearing the wrap around OSHA sunglasses in the blistering sun of South Texas.  Seems he had a flat and had discovered he lacked a lug wrench and the dealio thing that you stick in the jack and turn to elevate the car.   It was maddening trying to carry on a conversation with him because each and every time he finished speaking, his concentration went back to the smart phone, tweeting and updating I reckon.  When I asked a question, he would take 2-3 seconds to  finish up his smart phone business and then focus his gaze on me.   So here we went to the Suburban to see if I could dig up something to help this kid out.   I was asking the kid questions, trying to ascertain what make-do I could come up with to get his spare mounted and always the concentration on the smart phone and the delayed response.  The pile of tool boxes and foot lockers and milk crates of crap were growing on the ground and it was hot and never an offer of help or even a hint of appreciation for my effort.  This kid was as useless as a white crayon and I was getting steamed.   I finally dug out a Chinese 4 way lug wrench that already had one socket rounded off because of the soft steel and throwed it down on the ground.  ‘Here, see if that will help.’   He shambled off with some mumbled words, barely looking up from the phone;  leaving me to shoehorn all the stuff back in the Suburban.

Retreating back inside the triple AC cool of the Old Girl,   I logged into Facebook.  ‘ HA!’ you say.  ‘He is going to update his status and bitch about this social media impaired child. ‘    Ummmmm……..No.  I deactivated my Facebook account.

So if you miss me over there kids you know why now.  If you get around to calling me or emailing me at some future time,  I will remind you that me and that Facebook are divorced with no thoughts of reconciliation.

End Note: If Heaven is Not a Place to Go by Ray Wylie Hubbard from the Dangerous Spirits cd.

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11 comments to Enough is Enough

  • Joel

    Heh. I just used your facebook page to tell you that this site was down. Now this site is up and your facebook page is down.

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    • Andrew

      I was re-purposing the electrons Joel

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  • My comment was predicated on the idea of bands and singers and such ONLY having a Faceook page, which kind of limits your audience reach. Your points are even more important. Sadly, many Americans think the Book of the Face *is* the internet…much like many thought AOL was the internet. We know how that worked out as a business. These guys learned from that, and they specifically state that you should expect no privacy, and that they own anything you post on there. I can’t see anything good coming from that, can you?

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    • Andrew

      Almost makes me feel bad that I am not willing to be a good hamster. Almost. You mind passing me some more of that Soylent Green there buddy? Yummm!

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  • Joel

    Most of what I see on facebook is drivel. A small amount is amusing or touching. Some of my friends post interesting links, as do a couple of blogs. I first got interested when my daughter went off to college, and I discovered that one of her roommates posted lots of photos, so I sorta got to keep up with my daughter through facebook during that time. I have some fun online chats with friends on facebook–way cheaper than a long-distance phone call.

    I can’t recall being personally harmed because of facebook. A few people have ticked me off and I just de-friend them.

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    • Andrew

      Joel,
      My initial foray into Facebook was for the same reason esp when Cait was stationed overseas all those years. But here lately, I find myself burdened by what is going on in other peoples lives and it was inescapable. Seems with some there is a compulsion to reveal all online. I have no need to share at that level and no desire for that knowledge.

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  • Bob

    You can “hide all posts” or something like that, from certain people who post dog doo. I think that’s what it’s called. I don’t do well at the Book of Face. Half the time I have to ask one of the kids if I want to do something.
    Anyway, that works for one of my wife’s goofy nephews. (well, I suppose he’s my nephew too by marriage, but I’d just as soon not admit it).
    Of course, you can “unfriend” people too, but I tend to think that’s just rude. Sooner just ignore ’em.
    Two faced I realise, but they’ll never know.

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  • Jim

    There is a little irony here though,
    at the bottom of the post there is the facebook sign for clicking if you want to “share”

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  • Carah

    I divorced my Facebook page several months ago after I posted the fact that we were finished with cleaning out all our excess “stuff” and moving into our Motorhome so we could sell our house and travel some.
    The next day my Mother-in-Law called and let us know that she didn’t approve of what we were doing because she thought we loved where we lived.( She does not have a computer so how did she know ? )
    I did not tell her 🙂

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  • I like to keep my life private. I share what helps people by emailing them. I never update fbook.
    My friends and family know that to reach me they are to text or email me.

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  • Boyd

    “This whole crazy house is seriously out of control.”

    Amen Brother Andy!!

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