I experienced a Facebook first over the weekend. I made the decision to delete a post to end the heated comments. The comments had veered off topic and the thread disintegrated into back and forth political opinions. I realized that even though I left the discussion, folks were still going to continue to comment and it wasn’t going to be pretty or productive. In fact, there was a high probability that the words written were just going to cause pain and/or anger. So after I tapped out, I made the decision to tap everyone else out too! Sorry, not sorry!
In case you don’t know this about me, I tend to be a conflict avoider and more of a “can’t we all just drink coffee and get along” kind of person. 🙂 I have friends on both sides of the aisle and I love them all dearly, despite our political differences.
A couple hours later, I decided to share about a dream I had the night before. I had been thinking about it off and on all day. In my dream I was trying to remember my mom’s phone number in order to call her and being so confused as to why I couldn’t remember her number. Then, it suddenly dawned on me that I couldn’t remember her number because she hadn’t been alive for years and years. The grief I felt when the dream me finally “woke up” again to this reality felt so real and raw. And then…I woke up.
This morning, as I thought more about these two contrasting Facebook posts, I realized that I find more “enjoyment” talking about death than debating politics! I would much rather share and discuss the pain of love and loss than engage in (or provide a platform for) back and forth unproductive political posts. I would much rather my Facebook wall be filled with discussions about missing and grieving our loved ones than filled with political viewpoints. The former I find a strange kind of profound and productive beauty in, the latter, not so much.