I feel better than I have in many weeks
because I left Facebook
I feel more free than I have in years
because I left Facebook.
Maybe we’d hear more
if we all left Facebook.
Maybe … God forbid… we’d all feel more
if we listened to each other, and not Facebook.
if we looked each other in the eye,
smelled the stench, the sour curdling,
when we met face to face instead of on Facebook.
I was told it was the only way,
that it was the Facebook way or the highway,
and I chose the highway.
I chose to interact with humans,
to leave the Facebook world for something more.
And maybe there is nothing more.
Maybe this is all we have,
the bickering over Facebook privacy.
But I think I’m right.
I think that if we let ourselves feel for just one minute
to know each other in the flesh
that there’s more to life
than likes and shares.
There are real tears and real joys.
And a photo just doesn’t cut it.
Don’t out me. Don’t shame me.
Just imagine you’re human for a minute.
Imagine you feel for a minute,
that you’re more than a spineless jerk.
Imagine a girl whose parents
refuse to attend her wedding;
Imagine a girl who will be fired
for being openly pagan.
She’s not afraid. She’s just tired of the fight.
Imagine you have a heart.
life beyond Facebook.