Staying in touch with my friends and family is setting a pretty high bar for the life worth living. And compared to y'all, mine isn’t worth much.
On FB, lives seem to routinely consist of homemade sushi platters, sunny vacations in the Bahamas, and crossing a marathon finish line. Meahwhile, here I am binging on Doritos, driving 8 hours up the drought stricken I5, and slogging through my 5 mile runs.
In the FB world, new moms never wipe up shit during sleep deprived meltdowns; they have blissful babies pictured giggling in contentment with the family dog.
Bickering couples don't exist in this world of anniversary dates with "soul mates" and breakups are as easy and clean as changing the relationship status on your profile page.
Boring Saturday nights spent home alone have transformed into magical "me time" with plenty of crafty projects and DIY home improvements on showcase. My last home home improvement project involved a toilet plunger and a can of Lysol.
Recently, I started volunteering at the local Foodbank. I'm happy to spend some time supporting a great community program but let's get real, the work itself is mundane, boring, and as you know if you've ever spent two hours bent over a bin sorting rotting pears for eventual pig slop, somewhat painful. But my FB post? It will read as follows...
Yay! AWESOME morning spent with my new friends at the foodbank! What a spiritual lift to get in there and get my hands dirty while helping to clean out hunger from my community!! Thank you Foodbank of SB for feeding my soul!!!
If you read between the lines, it just says FuYA.
--Heather
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