It has been quite some times since I have thought to update this blog, as I have had to deal with the death of my grandmother, Carmella Deane Thompson. Since the death of my mother nearly 13 years ago, my grandmother stepped in as the primary person I could go to and tell anything without fear of judgement. She was my chaplain, mother, best friend and confidant; which, means that there is really no person I can tell everything, unless I am ready for some kind of leak to the rest of civilization, as there is no one I honestly can trust on the same level as her. I found this out firsthand when dumping my feelings on Facebook, from which I have since retired, only to have those reflected with more stress through people's need for dramatics.
It was a very upsetting day when I decided to rid myself of Facebook, as first, I noticed two people had stolen some of my photography and posted it as their own. Next, when I confronted them about it, they feigned ignorance in an attempt to circumvent my discovery. Lastly, to hide their guilt, they both blocked me; thus, I thought, "why not." I went to the account screen and chose to de-activate my account. I really never liked the whole idea of Myspace or Facebook for they are not places where honesty is accepted; rather, ego stroking is the law of the land, either like it, or stay silent. When I decided to comment in an honest manner, I was branded as being intolerably evil and attempting to destroy a friendship. The truth was I was giving a critique on a photo and not aiming any of it towards the photographer; instead, focusing the context of my entire passage to the photograph itself.
On Facebook, if you do not give a positive comment, it is deleted and the replies never make any sense once it's gone. Then you either, A. Look like a fool or B. Look like a fool talking BS to rile people up. When I try to explain myself, people do not want to hear it and delete your message before reading it, then send you a vile, disgusting remark that is going on the thought that your message was doing the very same. Honestly, I was finally fed up with that; so, I have moved on to merely updating my blogs, mastering photography, and talking to people via text or on the phone; as for the friends list on Facebook, I am happy to see people disappear, pass the horizon and never appear again; however, if they do find me, I will be more than happy to share a cup of coffee, instead of sharing comments on a picture of a dog.
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