Facebook makes me something like
anxious. I hereby coin the term “angstberg”© for that huge mass of anxiety that
swells in your stomach and brain whenever you log on to facebook and are
overrun by videos of beatings and Obama and
likes of lemon bars and lol’s for people waxing about their glorious hilarious lives and the zillion pics of kids
with toys or men with beers and women with women and comments about comments
about comments about those beatings and bars and lol and like like like and my god how cute is that! and my but it seems everyone is living their
highlight reel life and here I am raising my voice at my little guy to get in the
car because I know the traffic into Providence (providence means god's plan) is a daily nightmare and am I
damaging him? and where’s my highlight reel and how come I haven’t been to Vietnam
or Germany or Morocco and how come I’m not engaged in various DIY projects worthy of HGTV and 30 likes and 15 loves or why am I not vigorously
researching the gun debate so my post is the bomb (see what I did there?)
and what if what if what if…
angstberg©
you heard it here first.
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