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Facebook Rations/ Writing Surplus?

Posted in Writing by Ashley Franklin on November 20, 2015
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So, I realized that I incessantly check Facebook from my phone. I imagine that I waste a huge amount of time doing that, so I’m going to take the app off my phone. I’m probably too lazy to actually type in the url.

If I do just so happen to overcome that hurtle, I’ve decided that I’m going to put myself on a Facebook fast. I’m only going to check it once a day.

I want to see if I am more productive. I can find a million reasons as to why I don’t have enough time to write. This will be one less excuse.

I’m battling my inner procrastinator and excuse-maker.

Why don’t I just stop checking Facebook altogether? Well, I can’t really do that since I’ve joined a few writing groups. I’m not into self-sabotage. I’ve recently realized the importance of being a part of a writing community.

Writing isn’t so lonely after all. In fact, it’s comforting being a part of a group, sharing the same dream. Go figure.

 

 

 

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Facebook creeping me out

Posted in Life by Ashley Franklin on March 18, 2011
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Okay, so usually it’s gmail or plain old Google that creeps me out. Now it looks like Facebook wants to take a stab at it. About a week ago, Facebook suggested a friend for me. At first I was excited because the individual is a new friend that I hadn’t thought to look up. My excitement then turned into confusion. How did Facebook know we knew each other? We have none of the same friends. I don’t even use my gmail to access my FB account. No one is listed under my “manage invites and imported contacts” tab.

I let it go. Today I logged into FB and saw that yet another individual with whom I’ve only had contact via gmail has been listed as a suggested friend. I want to know what’s going on. I did find this link in my search, but it’s just another confused person.

I clicked a link on the page from that link, and it said my imported contacts have been removed. I’m still trying to figure out when and how they were imported in the first place. What’s happening with my privacy?

Thanks, Facebook, for proving I’m not a nurturer

Posted in Life by Ashley Franklin on February 11, 2011
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Every few weeks, I say to myself, “Maybe it’s time to start a family.” I mean, I”m not getting any younger. (Don’t get me wrong; I’m not super old either.) It never fails that in ten minutes or less, something happens to quickly make me rethink it. Sometimes it’s a snotty-nosed child throwing a tantrum on the floor for no apparent reason. Sometimes it’s an awesome moment with my husband that makes me think that I’m not quite ready to share him yet.

When one of those type moments are scarce, all I have to do is log in to Facebook. Remember when the “Make a Baby” app was popular? Hunny, I had like 5 kids. They were well fed, nicely clothed, and I worked hard picking out their names. I was in close contact with all of my “baby daddies.” My fervor lasted all of maybe 3 months. The ease of clicking the kids to happiness was short-lived. They grew up. They were temperamental. They took up more and more time. They were expensive. They were a pain in my butt. They ended up on doll mode.

Much, much later, I boarded the Happy Aquarium bandwagon. Every few hours I was cleaning, feeding, breeding, and decorating. My tanks were immaculate! I trained fish. I bought fish. I sold fish. I bought them larger tanks. Then the app got fancy. I was supposed to go on a treasure hunt, do something with shells, help out neighbors, etc. I was supposed to care too much for fake fish. I’ve had many a betta over the years that didn’t require as much effort. It’s been easily 4 months since I’ve logged into Happy Aquarium. I see the new gimmicks they regularly come up with, and I’m momentarily intrigued. Then the realization hits me that I”ll have to clean ALL of my tanks and feed ALL of those fish.  Yeah…no thanks.

Perhaps I should have known better. The days of my always-dying Little Mermaid Tamagotchi are definitely in the not-so-distant past. Maybe I should start on a Baby Alive, lol. Do they even still make those?

Hear the tick? It’s my biological clock.

Posted in Aging,Life by Ashley Franklin on August 17, 2010
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Occasionally, I feel like there’s a time limit on my ovaries. Sometimes it’s due to my own power of suggestion. Other times, life sends me a small dose of sarcastic hilarity. Recently I got one of those Gerber life insurance things in the mail. Gerber, apparently, thinks that I should be planning for the future of my child (and preparing for its death as an adult). First, though, shouldn’t I have a child?Surely, I should at least be pregnant. And that got me thinking: Am I late?

Isn’t the double meaning of that question fantastic? I love it. Facebook constantly bombards me with ultrasounds, baby announcements, and chronicles of parenthood. It’s not that I don’t care. But, are you more special than I am because you’ve decided to reproduce at this time and I haven’t? Where’s my list of congratulations for still choosing not to be pregnant?

Gerber thinks I’m late. Sometimes I feel late when the same people I used to party with in college are spitting kids out left and right and announcing it to the world on Facebook. But, then I see all their griping in their statuses and I feel better. Last time I had “that yearly checkup,” the gynecologist said “Oh, so you’ve never been pregnant?!” Is that like a “Way to go!” or “Wow, that’s surprising!”? Either way, I gave her a good guffaw.

If I should happen to embark upon parenthood in the near future, will I make grand announcements on Facebook? I doubt it. But, whether I do or don’t, it won’t make me any more special than you.