Listen, Facebook, I get it, okay.
You exist so that people can share their lives (every.single.detail.) with friends and family near and far.
I love keeping up with the people I have friended. Nothing is more fun than seeing a monumental moment from someone and having the chance to chime in with a way to go. Or when I see a status from a friend having a hard time, I appreciate being able to lend my virtual support.
But sometimes it is just too much.
And I have to remind myself that it is not real. That what is shared in this giant space is only what people want me to see. I have to remember that life isn’t always as fancy and fun as the Facebook version of it.
When I see pictures of people taking amazing vacations, I have to urge myself to know that what I am not seeing are the pictures of the piles of laundry that will be waiting when the suitcases are unpacked. Or the pictures of the children having a total meltdown because they couldn’t have a 5th brownie after dinner.
Or when I see marriages on display that look like something out of a Hollywood rom-com, I am not seeing the night before when the wife screamed at her husband for once again making the kids cry at bedtime. Or the husband losing his temper because he saw the latest Target bill. (Dude, toilet paper and laundry detergent is really expensive these days!)
Sometimes, I wish people felt like they could sprinkle in a little more reality into their Facebook lives. Pull the curtain back just a little more on what it is *actually* like to be a grown-up. It would probably make all of us feel a little better about own lives.
It would definitely make me feel better.