There are so many things that each of us think about everyday, sometimes we write about them. Most of the time we do not. Maybe that is good, we control our mouths and fingers, yet so many stories go untold because of it.
People deal with issues each day. Some we understand, like sickness and health. Others we are not sure what to do about, like the poor. How poor is poor? A child living on the street that eats every few days. . . is that considered poor? Or how about the pastor of a mega church that needs 65 million dollars for a new jet. . . is that poor?
I looked over several of my websites lately. I looked at what I wrote, and what people replied. Now I come away devastated, because in just about each post, the people had no idea what I was saying, or trying to get across. That means, either I am one of the worst writers around, or people are ignoring the obvious.
Today I wanted to write about Facebook. I wanted to tell you what happened to me, and why I no longer have a page(s) there. Yes I had a few pages there. Some about my books, one called Mighty Boys which was a good news page about the things young boys and men to to change the world. I also had my main page which talked about politics and religion, and trying to share a path of what was right for the majority of people in the world instead of a select few.
Even that was misconstrued, albeit on purpose by religious fanatics, gun fanatics and others. Yet I was turned in for it. It is okay all of my readers know I do not talk hate or vengeance. Which was Facebook’s reason for taking my page down.
Then over the last few weeks I began thinking about that. I was really upset at first, and willing to do anything I could to get my page back. As time went on however, I had some different feelings.
Hate. Even though I never broadcasted hate, thousands of others do. Their pages are still up. From hate filled politicians and ministers, to NRA gun freaks. The hate was endless. Even the politics was getting out of hand. It is bad enough, Trump for instance, makes a fool of himself. There was no reason for others to call him names on top of it. Just post what he said and leave it be.
Oh there were a few good things on Facebook, but one good thing for every thousand bad things.
So I have decided not to go back to Facebook. It is not worth my time. Yes I have a few real friends there. People I care about, but they can talk to me here, on teamspeak3, and in email. I do not need the grief of Facebook, and if that is what it takes to be friends, then I don’t need friends I guess.
No one seems to understand what my posts are about anyway.