What I Hate (and Love) about Facebook

I admit. I can’t end the day without logging on to my FB account. Better yet, I can’t spend the day without peeking at my mobile phone for the news feed, and even can’t control my itchy finger urging to scroll down once that red color appears on my notifications page.

I am a facebook lurker. But of late, I get distracted with what I see on my wall.

Excessive information about one’s daily life can be exasperating. Sure, I get the highs when I get connected with long lost friends, with special people whom I’ve always wondered how they were doing after not seeing them for years. And I am amazed how facebook can get us connected and updated even when we are not physically together. These are the times.

But, forgive me. Too much of the good things can get irritating. Passively annoying.

Such inordinate posts about trivial stuff can really get into one’s system. By trivial I mean – being late for work, how stressful your day is, what to wear for the day (or what you’re wearing) a missing shoe, buying a new toothbrush, having braces or removing them, a flat tire, an injured knee, going to the gym everyday, having too much to eat, playing with your pet, how you cried watching a sappy movie, trying on a new make up….and list can go on and on.

I get dizzy with too much face on my computer screen, those selfies I mean. One or two shots is excusable, but a multitude of them in different poses and angles, all bundled up in a collage, and worse, obviously photoshopped or edited by some phone app – simply outrageous.  Not to mention those poses in front of the mirror with your hand vertically holding your mobile phone.

It seemed mandatory to post the kids’ new toys, the new gadget you just purchased, your brand new car, new purses, your new chandelier, those pasalubongs, the gifts from santa. Endless ooohsss and aaaahssss and thank-yous.  I can tolerate a couple to these, but repeated, and almost habitual postings of such are just too much to ingest.

Then there are the hate posts. They are sort of guess-who-I’m-talking-about kind of thing, but it is so intriguing that you end up generating comments and queries about who and what happened. I don’t mind them at all. It is even quite amusing to join in the fun, of adding insult to injury. You get to solicit empathy from your cirlcle of friends, having an assurance that your facebook friends could rally behind you in your battles. But then again, too much of this could make you appear you are loaded with so much baggage.

But of course, Facebook is not about all these things. I love reading quotes, sensible quotes. I like getting pointers about traveling. Those baby pictures I am so fond of. Family gatherings, weddings, reunions, all things positive and worth celebrating. Everything in moderation.

With this I have come to realize that I’ve become a different person once I log in. There’s unsolicited advice on my comments, there’s disliking a friend just because of his/her posts. There’s even judgement just because of one’s status. I don’t like what I turn to when I use my facebook.

Perhaps its time to use less of facebook this coming year. Facebook has done a great deal to people who get connected again. But sometimes, it destroys friendships and ruins people’s lives.

There’s more to life than those news feeds and statuses.

And I can’t believe I am able to post again after a long time.

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Crossroads

Down and confused.

After sixteen years of working in the industry, I still haven’t got used to the cycle of emotional ups and downs. The free roller coaster ride of loving your job and hating it. Of being pushed to the wall just so you could produce.

I’ve had my share of triumphs and losses, and these add up to my so-called corporate life. But time comes when you begin to wonder if it’s still worth  to walk the direction you chose 16 years ago. If its still worth all the pressure and the sleepless nights. When you can barely put on a smile because you think about your impending task at hand.

In this job where you’re as good as your last deal,  where one day you are seated right next to the gods because you have the numbers printed on your forehead….then to wake up the next day alone and abandoned, because your star has lost its luster, and your numbers have drastically gone down, way way down.

Sixteen years. No regrets.

But its time to think about moving on and get out of my comfort zone.

Because I am old, and I need a breath of fresh air.

Wanderlust

The thought of hauling my suitcase out of the closet to pack my things gives me an overdose of unparalleled euphoria.

It’s like an addiction that is seemingly  irrepressible, much less incurable.

This trip was conceived four months ago. From four travelers down to two.

From budgeting this much to ending up to spending more. From booking this flight and adjusting it to a later date. From standing in line and waiting for hours to renew my passport, to feeling like a criminal after being interviewed by a Filipino visa officer for my visa application.

It was like a roller coaster ride,or having strong air turbulence in the middle of your flight. …the strains of applying for a visa, the agony of waiting, the nitty gritty process of completing the requirements,  up to the back-breaking details of how to squeeze your budget for your funds to fit in.

This trip was almost cancelled, as it went thru stumbling blocks and hurdles. When work got in the way (lol) and the approval of your three week vacation seemed bleak, the trip came close to being postponed to a later date.

But by twist of fate, the dark clouds disappeared and the clear skies made way for this trip to push thru as planned.

And I am  grateful to the Almighty for letting us travel again. This trip might cost a lifetime savings…..but what the heck, a few more weeks and we’re off to another adventure.

Thank you my Lord for granting me this trip.

Christmas Mood

The sound of Christmas songs make me happy. “Ber” months make me giddy with excietment.

But on my way home last night, this Gary Valenciano heartbreaking Christmas song played on my car radio. The sight of moving cars passing by and the gloomy, about-to-rain-before-sunset athmosphere brought tears down my cheeks.

Sigh.

It sucks to be me….sometimes.