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I've had a facebook page for about three weeks now. It's turned out to be a good idea. I've chatted with people I haven't seen for more than a decade. Not because I didn't want to, but you know how it goes, I'll see them tomorrow, next week or something. Part of the point of this exercise is of course not doing that.
So, positive effects on mental health. For two reasons. The first is the obvious one: people want to be my friend. I am slightly cynical about that sort of thing normally. How many friends can someone really have? I think five. Of course, one of those I have no idea of the whereabouts of, so I have room for more. Despite that, I still get the same little tingle everyone else does when I get a new friend request, or someone accepts one of mine. All very primary school. Except now, I understand, children are not allowed to refuse to be someone's friend. What a shock that's going to be when they get older. Actually, maybe that's what's wrong with the most irritating 21 year-old I know, she just doesn't realise that it's ok that some people don't like her. And she wants an interesting, responsible job with a huge salary her second year out of university, but they're all like that.
On a similar subject, what about discipline? All this time out and talk about your feelings stuff. Healthier, possibly, and I'm not a huge fan of beating up children (I'll watch it if nothing else is on...). But what will the perverts of the future do? "You've been a very naughty boy, you're going into time out for 5 minutes" "Ooh sorry, mistress" "What did we say about old fashioned things that our ancestors did because they didn't know any better?" "I mean, sorry Sandra" "Good. When you get back, we're going to talk about your feelings". hmm, there might be something there. It helps if you imagine the voice. Just like Suzy Cato.
Anyway, mental health advantages. A girl, sorry woman, sorry womyn, (oh, we're done with that bit now? Good) I quite like, said she loved my expressive richness. How good is that? err, I mean, lo, the muse carries me over th'Aonian mount, that I might please you with my mouth. Yeah, that was too far. Though how many people will give you a Milton reference and a filthy pun in one sentence? Not enough for my taste.
And of course there are those girls I used to know. You know the ones. The ones you think wistfully of every now and then, thinking, maybe that was the girl for me. Oh my god, I've wasted my life, my one true love is out in the world somewhere, dreaming of me. Seeing photos of their boyfriends, husbands and children is a wonderful freer of the mind.
So, positive effects on mental health. For two reasons. The first is the obvious one: people want to be my friend. I am slightly cynical about that sort of thing normally. How many friends can someone really have? I think five. Of course, one of those I have no idea of the whereabouts of, so I have room for more. Despite that, I still get the same little tingle everyone else does when I get a new friend request, or someone accepts one of mine. All very primary school. Except now, I understand, children are not allowed to refuse to be someone's friend. What a shock that's going to be when they get older. Actually, maybe that's what's wrong with the most irritating 21 year-old I know, she just doesn't realise that it's ok that some people don't like her. And she wants an interesting, responsible job with a huge salary her second year out of university, but they're all like that.
On a similar subject, what about discipline? All this time out and talk about your feelings stuff. Healthier, possibly, and I'm not a huge fan of beating up children (I'll watch it if nothing else is on...). But what will the perverts of the future do? "You've been a very naughty boy, you're going into time out for 5 minutes" "Ooh sorry, mistress" "What did we say about old fashioned things that our ancestors did because they didn't know any better?" "I mean, sorry Sandra" "Good. When you get back, we're going to talk about your feelings". hmm, there might be something there. It helps if you imagine the voice. Just like Suzy Cato.
Anyway, mental health advantages. A girl, sorry woman, sorry womyn, (oh, we're done with that bit now? Good) I quite like, said she loved my expressive richness. How good is that? err, I mean, lo, the muse carries me over th'Aonian mount, that I might please you with my mouth. Yeah, that was too far. Though how many people will give you a Milton reference and a filthy pun in one sentence? Not enough for my taste.
And of course there are those girls I used to know. You know the ones. The ones you think wistfully of every now and then, thinking, maybe that was the girl for me. Oh my god, I've wasted my life, my one true love is out in the world somewhere, dreaming of me. Seeing photos of their boyfriends, husbands and children is a wonderful freer of the mind.