Sometimes Facebook is a source of entertainment, simply for the games (Words with Friends anyone?), the witty banter back and forth, and the comical status updates.
Other times, Facebook sucks.
Sucks as in, you’re left staring at your iPhone in your hand, because you just can’t believe what someone commented on your status. You simply can’t believe what you are seeing, so you get out of bed and go to your laptop to look at your Facebook timeline on the monitor to make sure you are really seeing what you think you’re seeing.
What. The. Eff.
Now, I can get serious on Facebook, as many do. When my nephew took a nasty spill and was en route to the ER, I asked for prayers and good vibes. When my grandmother passed away in 2010, I posted about my sadness and missing my grandmother.
I think that those things are okay.
Hateful, angry rants? Not so much.
So yesterday, when I saw an old friend (and ex-fiance) posting on his Facebook about the atrocities of eating meat (over and over and over again), I posted on my own Facebook status…
Obviously, this was meant as a general statement regarding vegetarians and my love of meaty goodness. I didn’t name names, I didn’t tag anyone…I actually thought it was pretty funny. So did the 15 people who “liked” my status.
Then I began receiving comments…mostly just friends agreeing, and a few stating that they were vegetarians, trying to eat less meat, trying not to think about where their meat comes from, etc. I am all for giving me your opinion, as long as you keep it respectful. This is MY Facebook profile I am talking about. It’s just common courtesy. My cousin commented about how much pain the animals go through before they die, and even that was okay.
He gave his opinion – in a polite manner. He wasn’t rude or nasty about it.
Then…WOW. The very person who prompted me to write that status saw it, and decided to make a very personal – and downright crazed – attack against us, you know, the selfish, horrible meat eaters.
Yeah, so that happened.
That person, by the way, was my best friend in high school and for a brief time, my fiance. We just became friends again a few years ago. Granted, we were MySpace and Facebook friends, but that still counts, right?
After he wrote that, he posted about 10 videos to my Facebook timeline about the atrocities being committed against animals…and when I went to un-friend him, I found that he had already done me the favor of un-friending me.
I am so glad I didn’t marry him. My 18 year old self may have been a hot mess, but I was smart enough to know that that crazy train was bound for disaster.