Having met an old friend on Facebook, someone who had been bright and full of dreams in High School, I was not prepared for the kind of man he was today
Each day he would post about fifty times to Facebook. They were long and personal. I suggested that since he has so much time to post so much, that he join a writing site.
I mentioned a few, thinking hed say ‘Thanks’ and go and fill that site with his stuff.Nope.
He responded; “I don’t have time.”
He has time to post fifty times a day on Facebook, But no time to post on a writing site?
What does he post about? After the first few horribly personal and embarrassing posts, I don’t know. I stopped reading them.Then, with a sense of sorrow, I blocked him.
I blocked him because my page was so jammed with his stuff that I couldn’t find the sensible stuff.
And all I could ponder, was how could he devote his life to exposing himself on Facebook but had no ”time” to maybe write something he could be paid for.