No Fault but Mine…

Words do not always suddenly flow out and amazing things happen; it just doesn’t work that way. I am still enjoying myself immensely with this blogging experience. I’ve been a bit overwhelmed lately, though, and find myself frustrated. I’ve been trying to figure out why, when there has been so much going on in the news – and in general – that I haven’t been particularly motivated or inspired to write in response to the events as I want.  The truth is, however, that I am motivated; I am inspired. I just have so much that I want to say, I can’t focus, and when there’s too much of anything, I have a tendency to sort of shutdown shop.

I blame FB.

Okay, so – maybe only partly. I really blame myself. It all started…

I joined FB for one reason, and one reason only. To have a place to post pictures that my family could get to…seriously. In case you are wondering, that is not a good reason to join. I did not want to join – in fact – I had joined a few years ago. I did not last more than two weeks. Apparently, I’d forgotten that experience. Oh, and it turns out that no one except my mother is on Facebook anymore, and she had a broken computer. Late to the party, that’s me.

Well, I thought I’d give it a go. I started with one friend, and for about two weeks, I was quite happy with such a number, and I was actually enjoying myself. I tried out a couple of groups, commented on a couple of posts. It was fun. Then I started getting more friends. And that was fine – they were trickling in nicely and slowly – and I connected with some old High School friends. I was still enjoying the experience. I ended up backing out of all but one of the groups, because the volume of posts that I could give a crap about was ridiculous. And there were things going on in the news, such as threats to cut Funding for the Arts, and for Public Programming…and I like that stuff.

Then it happened.

Someone posted a “quote” by Sir Winston Churchill (please note the quotes around quote, and think “sarcasm”)

posted on FB (modified)

And I quickly shared the post on my own timeline with my profound “Kinda says it all, really.”

I was proud of myself. (perhaps a bit smug)

For about a week.

Then I thought about how quickly I shared that post without confirming that Winston Churchill actually said such a thing. It turns out that there’s no record that he did say those profound words.

I am angry.

I am angry at FB for providing a medium for the posting of manipulative propaganda (because really, that’s what it is – if I see one more ‘for my daughter’ post, I’m going to…probably do nothing…and thank my mother.)

I am most angry with myself – for falling for it, and – strangely – I’m embarrassed.

I feel that I am better than what I consider such an irresponsible  information exchange. I know better. I thought. It’s embarrassing.

My only consolation is that someone said or wrote those words. I still completely agree with the sentiment. Who knows, maybe Sir Winston Churchill said it in some aside at an obscure dinner party… or maybe some body who believed themselves a nobody, thought it, wrote it down, and credited someone whom he or she believed would have more credibility. It’s maddening.

I don’t really blame FB for the above situation; it’s truly my responsibility to fact check.

© L. Rose

I was originally going to title this post “I Blame FB…,” a little light-hearted look at my experience with social-media. I have been wanting to write about this for a while, and finally found the words tonight. In light of recent events, however, I kind of wish I hadn’t; it’s a little too light-hearted for how I’m feeling right now. The experience with the quote really did throw me. After that discovery a few other major news events happened and I found myself drowning in my own thoughts. I couldn’t write it out – notes all over the place – all of them useless and disconnected.

As always, I welcome your comments and feedback. Thank you for reading! ~ Linda


On a much more serious note, I can’t neglect to comment on the recent abuse of and on FB. In a horrific abuse of a public medium, the world has been exposed to far too much recently in crime videos (and fake news). In a perfect example of why I’ve been so quiet lately, I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to formulate my thoughts in to comprehensible words. More importantly, I don’t have any offering on a solution. FB is merely a tool, something which was created with an intent to join people socially, and in typical human fashion, we have contaminated the original design… in every way.


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  1. Well said. It represents everyone’s voice, but then we added megaphones. It sure can be cacophonous if you don’t filter it for yourself (without existing in an echo chamber, if possible). I think a lot of us are a bit immobilized by the relentless news, even as we’re anxious to know what is happening constantly. Resist.

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