I'm going to have to quit Facebook, I think. Or at least cut drastically back on my social media time, as an alternative to unfriending half my so-called 'friend' list. Damn this homogeneous, white, affluent area.
I've posted in the past about sometimes being able to tell just from the bumper stickers on somebody's car that I won't like the driver. Getting that feeling a lot these days online. I just can't take the enthusiastic pro-Trump postings. They tell me all I need to know about these women that I would have said I liked well enough at an acquaintance level before this election hit the fan. I don't post much political stuff online...the odd 'like,' but that's about it. Enough to make it fairly clear where I stand though, I guess. Wonder if that will tank me for the school board in this year's election. Fuck 'em all if it does. No kool-aid for me, thanks.
Went to lunch with some ninja girlfriends this past week to celebrate the fact that one of them is still above ground...she survived a random and massive cerebral aneurysm this past fall. Ten ladies, all in street clothes and looking like the middle-aged matrons we are. Would have been interesting if the restaurant had come under attack, though...nine of the ten are either black belts or only one step away from it. Lesson in not judging books by covers, I guess! Anyway, one lovely lady (and Facebook friend), who happened to be sitting next to me, quietly told me that there was a group I need to join, another of those secret ones. I got the invitation later that day.
A valid use, I guess. Maybe I just set the filters to ignore everyone who makes me crazy. That's going to be a lot of ignoring though. I'm finding myself retreating into my shell, talking mostly to the few people I know aren't crazy. Good thing a lot of my pursuits are solitary, or at least small-group. Still waiting to wake up from this terrible dream.