More and more I've been realizing, as I scroll through my newsfeed on Facebook, how sexual the most innocent sounding pages have gotten. I'll be going through and suddenly there's a post of a half naked woman from a Disney quote page that I liked in the past. Some of the posts are just stupid, some are truly offensive, some are marginally funny, but they're all inappropriate. For a while those kinds of posts weren't all that common. I'd see them occasionally, but they were fairly easy to ignore and the good posts were far more frequent. At this point though, I feel like that's all I see.
As they did get more frequent, I stopped just ignoring them and started removing the post from my feed. I didn't feel like I really needed to be constantly looking at that kind of content. More recently though I realized that in a way, by continuing to like the page, I'm supporting them in posting that kind of content and that's not something I really want to be doing. So at this point, I'm clearing out the junk completely. All the crap is just completely overshadowing anything good that is posted. So now if I see an inappropriate post from a page, and it doesn't matter what page it is, I'm unliking that page. It might be a bit extreme, but now I can browse through my newsfeed and not just see inappropriate post after inappropriate post. And that makes me feel better because I don't feel like I'm supporting something I don't like anymore. Now before I like a page, I look through its contents and make sure there's very little there that's going to bug me. In with the good, out with the bad.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
The closer and closer it gets to May and the more I know that I need to be getting stuff done and getting things together, I feel like more and more I'm just putting stuff off, that I'm in denial. Maybe its just because I'm scared. Its so exciting to talk about getting your own apartment, to be moving out for the first time, but when it actually comes down to it, its also frightening. To suddenly have all this responsibility thrust upon you, to suddenly have to consider so many more things, to realize that mom and dad won't be just down the hall to go talk to, to realize that you're going to be on your own in this unfamiliar place.