It’s not limited to just farcebook, but that seems to be where I notice it most, and that’s when the moods of status updates don’t match the moods of profile pictures.  It’s somewhat unsettling to read something like “RIP ” next to a photo of some smiling head.  And then the next status update is something about grabbing a burger at the local soda shop, or other.  You get the idea.  But really, is that the length of this person’s mourning period?  I’m against announcing the death of a close friend or, even forbid, a family member.  I can’t do it.  I just won’t.

The other one that gets to me, is when folks are venting about their days, or going on about how difficult  their lives are, and I read these updates that go something like, “just want to break down and die” but it’s positioned neatly near a large happy face of one or two people getting along all nice and cheery.  What’s the deal with that, and how am I, or others, supposed to interpret such a mixed message?  I can’t do it.  I just won’t.  If you’re picture is happy, then I have to assume you’re playing a silly joke with words.  Body language is the true indicator and it’s been indicated in your personally provided photo.

But the absolute best, which has very little to do with anything, is when the twitterati start angrily hollering back and forth to each other.  It’s like they’re yelling across a crowded room for everyone to hear, and what’s the point.  How can we take anything seriously from any of these online social services when seemingly most of the folks who frequent are just a bit off their rockers?  I can’t do it.  I just won’t.  We can’t feel anything you’re writing as it was meant to be understood.

My pet rodent just died and now you’re  off to the park for a bit of Frisbee flinging.  Text me your twenty and maybe we can meet up, you insensitive clod.

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Facebook De·sen·si·tiz·ing Us was first posted to justinll.com on August 4, 2009.