Okay, first of all, this post has some un-bleeped f-bombs. Because, facebook, what the FUCK? You've been warned.
Yes. Facebook. I'm on it, because a lot of the rescues I'm involved with have active fundraising pages, etc., there, and yeah, it is a good way to kill time and see how messed up other people are. ha.
But sometimes it comes back to bite you in the ass.
Today, a rescue acquaintance I am "friends" with was posting about the heartbreaking decision to put her beloved cat, who had been ailing for the past year, to sleep today. And while this is a woman with whom I never interacted on facebook, mainly because her political views are diametrically opposed to my own, I did post a couple of condolence comments on her posts. Because I've been there, and I know how hard it is.
And THEN, I got home from work, and I was SO EXCITED because my little hibiscus tree, which I had almost given up on this past fall thanks to a dramatic full-leaf-drop, was blooming. And I posted a pic of it on facebook, with a little backstory about how it almost didn't make it and I almost threw it out back in the fall, and the woman mentioned above, who NEVER comments on any of my posts, jumped in with "See? U never gave up, and u kept it alive".
Maybe this is all in my head, and I SURE HOPE SO, but I'm afraid that she may have somehow (incorrectly) connected the decision to put her cat down with my (totally lighthearted) post about keeping an apparently-dying tree alive.
Here's the thing. I am "friends" with a TON of people on facebook. I get a mega-million posts in my feed every day. If I started trying to tailor my own posts to avoid possibly saying something that might inadvertently upset someone reading MY stuff, I wouldn't be able to post ANYthing, which, frankly, would be just fine, but still.
what to do what to do
I replied to her comment, saying that I probably SHOULD have thrown the tree out except I'm kind of a hoarder, haha. And then I said that I was sorry for her loss, and that the last, best thing we can do for the cats in our care is help them when it's time for them to go, and that I hoped she'd take care of herself.
So, yeah, massive facebook clunker, now I feel AWFUL.
but then! BUT THEN! It gets better. Or, you know, WORSE.
Because right after THAT whole disaster, a post of a SISTER of mine (no, not Texas) shows up in my feed. She'd posted a picture of the Bush family in evening attire, with the caption, "Remember when our presidents were classy?"
WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK
I commented. I HAD TO. "What the hell does that even mean?," I said. "That the Obamas aren't "classy" because they're black? Jesus Christ."
Oh my GOD. Social media. I gotta get offa there. CHRIST.
But wait! Look! My hibiscus:
At least I can post it here.