There are so many things that really bug the hell out of me about social media, especially Facebook.
There is a quote that I have seen around a few times... it says:
"Welcome to FACEBOOK. The place where people add you as a friend, but walk past you in the street. Where relationships are perfect and Liars believe they are telling the truth. Your enemies visit your profile the most, yet friends and family block you... and even though you write what you are really thinking, someone always takes it the wrong way or assumes your post is about them."
There is so much that annoys me... I don't like the text speak, I get bugged by the annoying profiles that parents make for their very young children, or even worse, their dogs! and I despise the way people comment on your every status, even though really you know that they couldn't care less, but they're trying to make themselves feel better about their own lives...
I get annoyed by the people who update every single little thing... "Oh, I got a drink of water, how awesome am I?"
Or the people who update nothing except drama, drama, drama!
But mostly, more than anything else, I completely, totally and utterly LOATHE the term FML.
For the uninitiated among us, FML stands for F*** My Life.
"My shirt won't button up over my boobs.... FML!"
"My kid spilled foundation on my carpet... FML!"
"I can't find a pair of brown boots in size 10... FML!"
"I can't afford tickets to P!NK! FML!"
I mean... come on... seriously?
If the worst thing that you can complain about is that you have big boobs, or you can't afford tickets to go to a stupid concert, then really, you need to step back, stop and think, and take a very, very long hard look at your life...
Then step out of your bubble, and look at the world around you.
Tonight, this is what is happening in the world around me.
In Kentucky, a family is mourning the loss of a beloved son who passed away from cancer at the age of 13.
In New England, a woman is watching her husband in Intensive Care after he was shot in the head because he happened to be in the wrong convenience store at the wrong time.
In Texas a mother is praying that something, ANYTHING, can be done to help her baby.
In London a mother is watching her beloved child suffer in excruciating pain while she is waitlisted for extreme surgery that most people could never even begin to fathom.
In the capital city a family has been told that there is nothing more that can be done for their precious daughter.
A few hours away, a woman is faced with losing her mother.
In a neighbouring town, a mother is sitting by her child's bedside as her child struggles to breathe...
And here?
Here, I sit... I am listening as my husband holds my screaming daughter who is in pain that you couldn't even begin to comprehend. Tonight, I am crying with my child, because as she cries, I know there is nothing more I can do except hold her and tell her it's ok.
Tonight, my daughter is one day closer to gaining her angel wings.
My six year old daughter is blaming herself. She wakes up five or six times a night screaming from horrific nightmares that plague her because she thinks that she is somehow responsible for the fact that her baby sister is dying.
My five year old daughter is struggling to comprehend what has become our reality. She doesn't understand, she can't even begin to deal with it, so she just cries... all the time.
My 20 month old daughter is just dealing with everyone else's stress and looking for the things that make her happy... her Grandad and her Dora.
All around me, my family is slowly but surely falling apart, and there is not a damned thing that I can do to help any of them. I can be there, I can hold them, I can reassure them that somehow, when this is through, we will be ok...
But I can't change it.
My four year old daughter is dying from cancer, and there is nothing at all that I can do to change it.
So... now... having read what's happening in my world... all I want to know is...
Still think your life is that bad because you can't get tickets to P!NK?
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