Facebook - where minds go to die

When I used to go to pubs or bars, conversations only became enjoyable after about 5 beers. By that point I was happy to talk any old shit and listen to it back too. Everything was funny yet it was mostly all rubbish - football, tit sizes, football, asses, football, Milfs. Going on Facebook for me is like being the only sober person in the pub. Everyone is half cut and there's all sorts of shit flying around that only the drunk me would find enjoyable - which is why I tend to spend more time on Facebook when I'm pissed. Because I am mostly sober, I like to stir the pot by commenting on major stories, or show my frustration and anger when I read articles that really highlight incidents where the participants are evil, lying, hypocrites, and bullies. Shot a giraffe in Africa for fun? I want to put an arrow through your fucking head!

I'm in my sixties now but many things that people do or say still make my blood boil, which I'm sure my heart is really pleased about. Facebook is not the place for rants or articles about life the universe and everything (unless there's unicorns) so I have kind of given up on it. Social Media could be a great medium for sharing ideas, opinions, news etc. but it seems to consist mainly about the kind of stuff you'd chat about in a dentist's waiting room or during 'coffee mornings'.

I know it's me. I have never enjoyed discussing daily bric-a-brac; bores the tits off me. Most people enjoy a good natter, fine. So I find myself a square pin in a round hole with Facebook and so have left it for a while and will concentrate writing blog entries in case anyone's interested in reading them.

Am I a miserable old git? Yes. Do I care? No. What I do care about are the philosophical and scientific questions where answers can be just around the corner or thousands of light years away. Mysteries and the curiosity to explore them are everything to me. I'll name just one thing that as more and more of it is being revealed, more and more does it look like human civilizations are far older than orthodox historians and archaeologists believe. The thing (or rather a place) is Gobekli Tepi. If you have any curiosity about older times then do consider doing some reading on Gobekli Tepi; It has only just begun revealing it's mysteries.

So, Facebook is not for me as I normally wear a bowtie, have my glasses hanging on a cord around my neck, have leather patches on my jacket elbows and say "um" and "ah!" a lot.