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There's a troll in my home

I have a hard time finding comrades who agree with me that social media and networking sites give people emotional whiplash. Going on Facebook always feels like everyone is simultaneously shouting what they're thinking all the time. In recent years, I have noticed in my sporadic visits to Facebook that everyone is just linking one another the news, Youtube, or garbage posts that have...rare is the original post of one person who only wanted to communicate with another person. 

Maybe the reason why I don't have any commiserators is because we're all silently observing and recovering from watching the wreckage that is the twenty car pile-up of social everything. The amount of exposure everyone wants and gets is a little a lot disturbing. Writes the author of a blog. Jokes on you, because no one reads this blog because there are millions of other sources of entertainment and stimulation on the Internet. My mother sent me a picture that was (presumably) shared to her by her friends. So take this how you please. It was a comparison of a opium smoker back in the days (in the 19th century and end of Qing dynasty days) to a man on his smartphone. The physical similarities are in the lying on the side, glazed over eyes, and general idea that they are contributing to the mess that is their country. I may not be qualified to qualify whether or not China is a mess right now, but the whole reality makes me sad. It's difficult for me to think positively about anything these days, but especially this. 

Yoda passed on Saturday and I don't know what to say besides that I wish him happiness and love. I don't believe in afterlife or heaven or reincarnation, but I like to imagine the setting that is Bonbon and Yoda scornfully ignoring the cheerful, messy chaos that is the garden of passed puppy pals.

If nothing else, at least I still have my alliteration. 

Oh no, I'm too conditioned to be emotional every time I blog. My fingers tingle with sadness, and my stomach is turning in on itself. Looks like it's time to peace out. 

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