Facebook Free

I just did it. I deleted my Facebook account. Done. Over. I feel so much freer. Damn. For me, Facebook was like dating some guy who everyone said was fun, fun, fun! but who in reality, for me, had no chemistry and who bored the living shit out of me.
I got on Facebook by accident, actually, and it turned out to be really nice for about ten minutes. That's how long it took an old friend to find me.
Then...well, hell.
I really find no appeal in being "poked." What is poked? Okay, I know what it was in Lonesome Dove and it involved a whore. Not a virtual one, either. I also don't get any enjoyment out of virtual drinks or gifts. I don't have a product to push, a CD to talk about, or a new book coming out. I don't need to post pictures of myself either drunk or sober on that social network and I really don't care to see other's pictures of themselves in situations that they really shouldn't be in.
I post all the pictures I want, right here at blessourhearts. I can do all the bitching and bragging and hoping and confessing and describing of my life and times here that I am compelled to do.
Plus, there's that "friend" thing. There were people on my friend list I didn't really even know. Like, maybe their names sounded familiar but did I know them? Were they my friends?
Yeah. Not really.
I actually have become sort of became mortal enemies with one of my "friends." I haven't told that story yet and I may or may not, but believe me- we are not friends. No way, no how.
Nah. Life is short. I have chicken shit to shovel. I have collard greens to cook. I have books to read and books to write. I have kids and a husband and a grandbaby on the way. I have floors that need sweeping. I have guitars to listen to that are weeping. I have poems to write and right now, this very second, I have jasmine to smell.
Hmmmm. Right here on my real porch. Sweet, spicy jasmine. Oh, how I wish you could smell it!
I'm not a teenager. I'm an old hippie lady and Facebook is not for me.
So don't go looking for me there.
If you want to find me, just come visit me here or else, drive over to Lloyd and stop in and we'll have a nice chat. Two friends, sitting on a roost, having a real face-to-face.
And there will be no poking! Okay? I mean it.
No poking, no pecking, no feather-pulling.
Just sweet conversation and the smell of jasmine.
Here I am. Really.
Facebook free and glad to be.

Addendum: My Space? Gone too. La-la-la!