A life in the day of Facebook.
Whether we like it or
hate it, if we are part of it we are addicted somewhat. If you don’t post it
you stalk it. It’s your complete resource for living. It supplies your
breakfast, lunch and dinner, takes you to exercise class, feeds you vitamins,
informs you about all the poisons in our food, how much sleep you need, takes
pounds off in a matter of days, cleanses your colon, does your devotions and
preaches you several sermons a day. It keeps you current on world events, tells
you what political party to support and what will happen to you if you don’t.
More than anything it reconnects you to your history, brings
back old memories; gives you a greater appreciation for the people who have
been a part of your life over the years and enriches you with the gift of
friendship.
After living in some
ten towns and cities in five provinces it is difficult to keep track of all the
people you have met. I occasionally get a friend request whom I can’t seem to
place, however after looking at their profile and seeing we have mutual friends
then I don’t hesitate to accept their request in hopes that something will show
to jog my memory. That being said, it has been a wonderful ride back into cherished
memories of the past and keeping up with current events in the lives of people
you care about.
Communication has changed considerably in my time. We have
come a long way from Lily Tomlin’s one ringy dingy two ringy dingy. We have
stripped the phone off the wall and put it in our pockets, we text, tweet and
seldom talk. We send photo’s all over the world in a matter of seconds and by
the time we hear Good Evening this is the National and I’m Peter Mansbridge the
news is as old as the commentator!
O what a wonderful world!
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