Slaves

Maybe I'm the only one...
but there is a sense of slavery in the air.
It's there when I get on FB.
After an unfortunate confrontation on Facebook yesterday, I can't help but think. Think, think, think.

I don't like Facebook...
yeah, yeah. It's good for keeping up with family and posting pictures of family.
I get that, and being in the military--never close to our extended family--I appreciate it.

I went through my friend list yesterday and it hit me...more than half of my "friend" list are people who I haven't spoken to in over ten years, are people I'm acquaintances with, are people I'm in business with... don't worry, I fixed that.

But what is this need to know everyone's business? To be more concerned with a person's politics or our own politics [or morals] than with just loving people. We've become a society slaved by confrontation. By differences. It's not about people anymore. It's about what they believe.

Before FB, I met people face-to-face. I liked people because of our similarities... the fact that we both like romance, that we both like kids, and that we go to the same church.

So, why? Why are we, and people in general, so concerned with socialisms...politics.
Why do we use social networking as a way to be the loudest? To get a point across? Why can't we all be in the same "room" and talk about what makes us the same? Or, and here's something...

Quiet. Quiet is nice, too.
Life has become loud since everyone joined Facebook.
If you don't see me around on FB in the future, or maybe you'll see me more on my author page [which, btw, has no newsfeed], you know why. I'm looking for quiet, looking for the real in people again.