Facebook Fraud

I'm a Facebook Fraud.  I only post the pictures that make me look better than I really do.  I only say positive things about my family.  My husband is a saint and my children are angels.  I only post what I secretely think will earn me the coveted "like" and then check periodically all day to see if anyone does indeed, "like" me. 

I "like" other people often, hoping that will lead them back to my page.  Most of the time I don't actually give a rat's butt what they post.  But I want that "like" so badly I freely "like" others.  It's "like" cocaine.  One taste of the "like" and you're on the road to selling your body for more of it.  Walking the streets, hiking up your skirt, flashing smiley face emoticons for just one more "like."  But each "like" is only a faded reflection of the first time.  It never feels as good, so you keep begging for more.  You try to be clever.  Then humorous.  Then sad and hope for a sympathy "like."  It's never enough.

You ever wake up in the middle of the night to pee, and then check your Facebook page?  I have!  Is there a Betty Ford for Facebook?  I wonder how many hours I've wasted, if I could somehow track them all?  But no, I'm an ugly vein-polutted black eyed tattooed Facebook ho.  What wonderous projects could I have completed with all of that time? 

Speaking of projects, have you heard of Pinterest?  It's fantastic.  Be sure and "like" me when you get there!

So Very Dry

My first post was made with such good intentions.  It was actually a bit clever, if I do say so myself.  The whole getting wet analogy.  Here I am, just ever so slightly later, realizing that I didn't even get damp.  I thought about the water, imagined myself immersed, then walked away on the sand without looking back.  Until today.  This much, much later day.  Shamed, yet grateful, I'm back at the shore.  Is it too much to hope I will learn to swim?  Just now I felt a little mist fly off my keyboard at the mere thought.

Here with my sister, who inspires me to wet my toes.

One Toe at a Time

I like to write.  I'd like to be a writer.  It takes courage to be a writer, to put yourself out there for people to read.  I'm aware that I'm suffering from this lack of courage.  Being aware of the problem doesn't fix it though.

So it ocurred to me recently that perhaps a blog would be a good way to wade in.  I've never been a jump-in-feet-first kind of girl.  I let the fear of feeling cold and wet get in the way of swimming.  So I put in a toe or two, then an ankle, and so on.  This can take days.  Eventually I get wet, all the way up to the nose I'm holding so water doesn't go up it.  This is my new goal.  Blog until I get water up my nose.

Kel