My Love/Hate Relationship With Facebook

You know, I'm just not sure what to make of Facebook. When I first got on it, a little over a year ago, I thought this was the coolest thing in the world. There were people on there that I hadn't thought of in 40 years.Here are a few of the reasons I love/hate it:

I love it that I've been able to re-establish relationships with some family members that I had thought were lost to me.

I hate it that I have to wade through a million posts about games and crappy apps that want to give me a virus.

I love it that I can talk with my son on almost a daily basis. And that I get news and pictures right away.

I hate it that so many people don't check things out and  'share' just any old thing that comes along, no matter how ridiculous it is.

I love it when Facebook helps to find a lost child or a lost pet. Remember the stolen horse from Ft Worth about a year ago? He was found and returned to his owner within a day or two because of people flooding Facebook with information.

I hate it when I find out that people who were total jackasses in high school are still jackasses 40 years later.

I love it when somebody shares a really good recipe with me.

I hate it when people post a link to every song they listened to on the radio today.

I love it when people ask for prayers for a loved one and tons of people answer the call.

I hate it when someone posts that they are having the worst possible day, or they are so mad, and then won't say what's going on.

And this last one I'll mention tonight, I'm just not sure how I feel about it. A few days ago, I added an old high school acquaintance to my friend list. In reading about his life over the last 40 years, I see that he has become a huge success in his field, a well-known writer, CEO of several successful businesses, rubbing elbows with celebrities and presidents, even carrying around a little dog everywhere he goes, and you KNOW that's a sure sign you've made it. I'm torn between being proud and happy for him, and being insanely jealous and feeling like a huge failure.

I guess I  have to lean more toward the Love side of this relationship.One picture of my grandsons outweighs a million pages of  Mafia Wars.