|Forum topic by Sandra||posted 11-14-2012 12:37 PM||1004 views||0 times favorited||24 replies|
11-14-2012 12:37 PM
I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’ve been cheating on you. In fact, when I brought my coffee to the computer this morning, I didn’t even think of you. I’ve been spending time with someone new – his name is Lumberjocks.
Now Facebook, I could tell you that it’s me, not you, that I need time to grow, but that would all be a load of crap. Truth is Facebook, I really don’t care if Bitsy did great at her recital or that Dove is giving away body wash if I click ‘like’. Those two pieces of information do not change the course of my day. And another thing Facebook, I don’t need to be reminded of who I went to high school with, nor do I want to be their friends.
Don’t get me wrong though, you’re not all bad . You’re always good for a laugh, and you’ve helped me stay in touch with family far away and for that I’ll always be grateful. I hope we can still be friends.
Lumberjocks actually has a job. He builds things and is very generous with his knowledge without being stuck-up. Now he doesn’t always have cooth, but to be honest, his candour is refreshing. He is who he is. Sometimes he gets political, and I just ignore him. Very rarely, he gets heated under the collar but I can choose whether or not to engage. He’s the first one who comes to mind when I’m considering buying a new tool, and he’s with me in spirit in my shop. Because of him, I’m brave enough to stand tall and say “NO, I don’t want to use plywood on those shelves” and last night, Facebook, I even bought a Dado set.
So Facebook, I guess this is goodbye. Lumberjocks and I have work to do.
-- No, I don't want to buy the pink hammer.