We all get an invitation to the party and you can mope in the corner or have some cake and dance a bit. It all ends the same way.
As for the comic, I’m a geezer. I don’t have social media contacts who I think are just trying to fake their posts. I just want pictures of puppies and kids, to hear about a night out or a holiday or a significant life event. For the love of God, though, keep your politics to yourself.
I have contacts on social media that run the gamut from annoyingly cheerful or boastful (so proud of Billy for being accepted….!!) to miserable (I can never get anywhere in this life….). I think that according to this lady, the misery is more entertaining.
Billybob and Mark M both point in the correct direction. She wants to sort the list by misery so that she can make her own life seem better by comparing it to people who aren’t doing so well.
I found the best thing I could do to feel better was to stop looking at FB. Two-month embargo helped immensely. Went back to it for a couple of days to see if it still made me angry and it did. I’m keeping it because it does let me connect with the many dispersed friend that a peripatetic soul gathers over decades, but less exposure is best.
“I deleted/don’t have social media” is the new “I don’t own a TV.”
It’s deja vu all over again – I KNOW we did this thread recently . . .
. . . because I remember commenting I had neither.
[ “I deleted/don’t have social media” is the new “I don’t own a TV.” ]
My brother and his wife permanently dumped FB way before it became cool. :-)
As for myself, I never joined. I got as far as MySpace, and that went pretty much nowhere.
This site is the extent of my social media…
I’ve asked a few people why MySpace lost favor and Facebook took over. I haven’t really received a satisfactory answer to that. I didn’t have a MySpace account, and I only have a throw-away Facebook on (not my real name or anything) that I got figuring that it would be easier to read some pages. Then I never used it.
I’m confused about the “timeline” part.
Brian – think of MySpace as the Betamax of video recorders. (That’s probably not satisfactory either, but … wot the hey.)
@ B.A. – The “timeline” is yet another annoying element in Facebook’s user interface. Facebook’s repeated insistence that they should have the right to decide what I think is interesting is the main reason that I almost never use my account.
larK & Andrea: +1
I have a Facebook page – but it is so secret that even I can’t access it. Okay, I can. Robert entered a photo competition from Colonial Williamsburg a few years back and I had to get a page so I could vote for him everyday. Others did too and he had a photo in their calendar that year – the calendar they sell not the one they send to contributors.
I also have another page with an alternate name. He friended me on that one. Boy, he knows online the strangest looking people – and not just because they are dressed in different periods.
Neither of my pages have any timeline or info about me or other items or even my correct birthday.
Comics I Don't Understand 
Because everyone on social media portrays how wonderful their lives are to make your life look awful by comparison? Just guessing.
Modern life. We aren’t happy.
That’s the joke.
It doesn’t have to make sense. We’re not happy and that justifies anything we say.
Life is a jest; and all things know it, I thought so once; but now I know it.
https://www.westminster-abbey.org/abbey-commemorations/commemorations/john-gay/
We all get an invitation to the party and you can mope in the corner or have some cake and dance a bit. It all ends the same way.
As for the comic, I’m a geezer. I don’t have social media contacts who I think are just trying to fake their posts. I just want pictures of puppies and kids, to hear about a night out or a holiday or a significant life event. For the love of God, though, keep your politics to yourself.
I have contacts on social media that run the gamut from annoyingly cheerful or boastful (so proud of Billy for being accepted….!!) to miserable (I can never get anywhere in this life….). I think that according to this lady, the misery is more entertaining.
Billybob and Mark M both point in the correct direction. She wants to sort the list by misery so that she can make her own life seem better by comparing it to people who aren’t doing so well.
I found the best thing I could do to feel better was to stop looking at FB. Two-month embargo helped immensely. Went back to it for a couple of days to see if it still made me angry and it did. I’m keeping it because it does let me connect with the many dispersed friend that a peripatetic soul gathers over decades, but less exposure is best.
“I deleted/don’t have social media” is the new “I don’t own a TV.”
It’s deja vu all over again – I KNOW we did this thread recently . . .
. . . because I remember commenting I had neither.
[ “I deleted/don’t have social media” is the new “I don’t own a TV.” ]
My brother and his wife permanently dumped FB way before it became cool. :-)
As for myself, I never joined. I got as far as MySpace, and that went pretty much nowhere.
This site is the extent of my social media…
I’ve asked a few people why MySpace lost favor and Facebook took over. I haven’t really received a satisfactory answer to that. I didn’t have a MySpace account, and I only have a throw-away Facebook on (not my real name or anything) that I got figuring that it would be easier to read some pages. Then I never used it.
I’m confused about the “timeline” part.
Brian – think of MySpace as the Betamax of video recorders. (That’s probably not satisfactory either, but … wot the hey.)
@ B.A. – The “timeline” is yet another annoying element in Facebook’s user interface. Facebook’s repeated insistence that they should have the right to decide what I think is interesting is the main reason that I almost never use my account.
larK & Andrea: +1
I have a Facebook page – but it is so secret that even I can’t access it. Okay, I can. Robert entered a photo competition from Colonial Williamsburg a few years back and I had to get a page so I could vote for him everyday. Others did too and he had a photo in their calendar that year – the calendar they sell not the one they send to contributors.
I also have another page with an alternate name. He friended me on that one. Boy, he knows online the strangest looking people – and not just because they are dressed in different periods.
Neither of my pages have any timeline or info about me or other items or even my correct birthday.