When I first started writing stories on Facebook it was an exercise to wake up my mind, to get rid of the mud that had hardened my brain, and to stir up the rest of the gray matter that remained. It worked. Whether that was a good thing has yet to be determined.
Memories. It is human nature for us to recall only the good ones. It is better for us to see the beauty of a honey bee in flight, rather than the pulsing venom sac, after the bee has pushed it’s stinger into our arm.
For every pleasant memory I stirred up, an unpleasant memory bubbled up with it. Is this a good thing? Yes, I think it is. Well at least for me.
Five years ago I swore to myself that I would NEVER get a Facebook page. I did, but only so I could find an easy place to find and play Candy Crush. A few years later I caved.
The past two years have reshaped my opinion of Facebook, and have led to this blog.
Will this be a good thing? Ask me in a year.