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punch in the kisser

Sometimes I really want to punch Facebook in the kisser.  I genuinely have a love/hate relationship with it.  I enjoy catching up with people, the casual messaging, seeing the pictures and videos… you know, all  THAT stuff.  It really is a great tool for communication.  But sometimes I think its done nothing more than escalate our narcissistic impulses and provide a platform for people to air out their (less than clean) laundry for everyone to see.  Yes, yes, we all know your spouse/fiance/lover is the absolute “best ever” and you stay totally drunk in love with them 24/7/365, but who are you trying to convince… us or yourself?  Thanks for not posting when you have to sleep on the couch you big jerk.  Quite honestly, not all of us believe in your fairy tale and I thought some things are supposed to be private?  Guess not.

  Most mature adults also don’t give a crap what you had for breakfast nor do we want to think about whether or not you should shave or cut your frikk’n hair.  At times, it appears that we’re willing to revert to middle-school antics to get the attention we crave.  About the only thing more scary is that there are some who are so bored that they MIGHT actually care about whether you cut your hair or pimped your porn stache.  OMG!   WE HAVE GOT TO GET OUT OF OUR LOVE AFFAIR WITH THE DAMN MIRROR!

OK, please forgive me.  That was pissy and my grace tank is running a little low in this area.  I was recently reminded of a truth that we all (yes, me too) seem to misplace at times.  Anne Lamott, in her book Traveling Mercies, beautifully conveys the essence of what is stirring in my head today.  Anne writes about a particular visit she had with her best friend Pammy.  At the time, Pammy was a 35 years old woman who was loosing a battle to cancer in her body.  Little did Anne know that Pammy only had about 3 weeks of life remaining at the time of the visit.  The end was quickly drawing near.  Anne recalls the extraordinary moment:

I happily popped in that day to see my sweet friend.  I had on a new dress and I as I twirled around to show off the dress, I asked Pammy (cancer patient), “Does this dress make me look fat?”  Pammy (cancer patient) looked up at me and said, “Anne, you don’t have that kind of time.”

Oh my.  Talk about confronting the self-absorbed.  Holy schamoly!  Pammie was all over it with fatal precision.  We do NOT have that kind of time.  Can we truly afford to allow such egocentric appetites to run roughshod over our lives?  Is the shallow infatuation with our own navel gazing habits really that important?  When did our life become about us?  I imagine we’ll quickly respond with religious answers, but deep down, we all know this is a real glitch in our heart.  We might want to take a little time to consider those questions.

Last month, friends of our in Texas gathered together with their family to await the arrival of a new baby grandson.  It’s a huge family, lots of sons and daughters, lots of grandchildren, and this was just supposed to be another routine arrival of blessing.   Not  this time… nothing was routine about it.  This time it didn’t go as planned.  The baby’s mommy had complications before she made it to the delivery room and neither she or the baby boy survived it. So instead of a joyous homecoming for momma and the baby, the family planned a funeral.  Talk about stripping the fluff out of your life.  These are strong believers, people with good hearts and high family values, with lots and lots of lots of love, confronting what no one ever wants to confront.  A cigar with the patriarch of the family a couple weeks ago brought a monumental revelation:  “Time is short Mike.  We knew it, but now we believe it.”

Honestly, we don’t have a good excuse for petting our hyperactive ego or the self-absorbed infatuation with our magical life.  It is diametrically opposed to the teaching of Jesus.  We have lots to be thankful for and much to do that offers real value to life on this planet.  But, we got to wake up the fact that time is short and the clock never stops ticking.  Do we really want to spend that much of our time in those shallow waters?

-MDP-

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  1. Brian
    August 20, 2012 at 6:17 am

    This is beyond wise and downright divine.

    “… We knew it, but now we believe it.”

    The path of education from our intellect to our heart is bloodshed. Anything less requires us to start over in our learning.

  2. Jennifer T
    August 20, 2012 at 7:44 am

    Great words- very needed by me today!

  3. Sara
    August 20, 2012 at 8:27 am

    Awesome truth. Thanks Papa M.
    xo

  4. David T.
    August 20, 2012 at 8:31 am

    Guilty as charged. My initial response was this:

    However, the more I think about it the more I realize what your point really is. The trivialities and banalities of daily life are just that: trivial and banal and not deserving of drawing attention. I do get what you are saying about that.

    However, I also think part of the problem with Facebook is that we get information about people without context. While it is very true that people post things for attention, I think other people genuinely forget how many people are really looking at our feeds. I often fall into this second category (hopefully more than the first) and make posts/comments meant for a small subset of people with which I actually have daily interaction. People that I only speak with every now and again don’t have the context about what I’m posting. There are inside jokes or workday lunchtime conversations that lead to things I tweet or post to Facebook that give the context and the reason for the post. I certainly never post anything I wouldn’t want my kids or my mom to read, but I can see how certain things that I do post have little value in being made public. Food for thought, certainly.

    • August 20, 2012 at 8:44 am

      … thus the love/hate affair with FB. I see stuff all the time that cracks me up. I learn a lot also! Besides… i do care about the thing on YOUR chin. ; )

  5. Steven Petty Colorado
    August 20, 2012 at 12:31 pm

    I just had a birthday 57 and have become aware that time is indeed short..
    Stop and smell the flowers and tell a stranger “Hello and Good morning”..you’ll be surprised they
    say good morning back..Everyone wants and needs a good word said to them..We’re really not all that different.. Kindness works most of the time..

  6. Ashley
    August 20, 2012 at 12:34 pm

    Mmm couldn’t agree more. Good reminder.

  7. julielortz
    August 20, 2012 at 3:26 pm

    this is good. love you and love this. thanks for sharing.

  8. August 20, 2012 at 4:28 pm

    This is something I’ve been thinking a lot about lately… I even deactivated my FB last week. Thanks for sharing. Love you poppa man!

  9. Ray
    August 20, 2012 at 5:20 pm

    With ya! Keep writing! Love!

  10. August 20, 2012 at 8:43 pm

    Whoa good stuff. Sobering.

  11. August 21, 2012 at 4:24 am

    Love it.

  12. August 21, 2012 at 5:25 am

    Maybe the takeaway from this is be *IN* Facebook but not *OF* Facebook. 😉

  13. Kathy H.
    August 24, 2012 at 6:07 am

    Great blog….so true!! Thanks for sharing!!

  14. Kayla
    August 25, 2012 at 12:08 pm

    I appreciate this blog. Good challenge/reminder. Love you!

  15. August 25, 2012 at 1:15 pm

    So good and so true, and I needed to hear it. Thanks for sharing!!

  16. paul allison
    August 25, 2012 at 8:54 pm

    Best blog to date!

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