... by not being my active Facebook friend.
Actually you Are my FB friend, with only your fictitious birthdate for information.
(What does that date refer to?)
[You once indicated that you forgot the password for that account.]
Anyway, this morning so far I posted this:
"I sometimes feel I don't quite get it when people tell me, 'At least you have your kids'. I love my kids, but my having kids is independent of the statement I just issued. Therefore it does not compute. I barely know what to answer. I know by experience that it's my role to then give a gentle smile and say 'Of course you're right, and we're all healthy', so that's what I do. But it's little reactions of mine like this that cause me to think I am a little bit on the autistic end. Low in EQ, I suppose. Yet I survive."
This is what bored or lonely people do, when they want some down time - spend time on Facebook. I try to minimize the time I waste at FB - it's not all wasted - some is good friendship and fellowshipping.
This is a fictional work by 90hazelnut.
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