The lovely If By Yes wrote about this recently: the positivity on Facebook fucking sucks.
Fakebook, as I think it should be called, is the ultimate online pissing contest — for every reason imaginable. I know no one’s life is really all that perfect, but these days, I’m really feeling like Mrs. Jumbo:
(Thanks again to If By Yes for reminding me of this scene — it always made me sad as a kid, I’m surprised I forgot about it.)
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Totally agree! Took myself off Bragbook this afternoon for the same reasons.
And oh my word, that scene from Dumbo has really choked me up…I found the whole scene where he was taken away from his mother very upsetting as a child and consequentially can’t watch it any more (is that fairly ridiculous??), but this one is also very sad :(
Here’s hoping we get a visit from Mr Stork soon xx
ME TOO!
Another good reminder of why I closed my Facebook account and walked away without regrets …
Can you please send me your password? elizabeth dot suisse at gmail dot com
Bien sûr!
Ahhh…Dumbo is so sad.I haven’t been able to watch it since struggling with fertility. These days are tough but, hopefully, soon they will just be a memory. Just a blot on the lanscape of your life. Sometimes I try and remember other difficult patches in my life that I never thought would pass and realise how distant they have become. Hang in there, your stork is coming.
Oh my goodness… that is such a sad scene… but doesn’t Mrs. Jumbo get her bundle in the end? (Am I right? doesn’t she end up with Dumbo?) I believe you will get your bundle in the end. These are just the dark days. When my husband and I were dating and talking about marriage I said to him “I wont’ promise you that everyday will be perfect. But I do promise that there will be more good days than bad ones”. I believe the same for you. That these are the bad days. But they will be out numbered by the good ones. The good days will come again. Hugs to you Mrs. Jumbo because your delivery stork is going to show up… just slightly exhausted and later than you want.