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So I'm Actually a Fan of Facebook. Like a lot.

I know there's a lot of studies that show the negative effects of using social media, and there's legit reasons and methodology behind those arguments.

But I just for a half second want to stand on my figurative soap box and put a plug in for how awesome I think Facebook is (I kindof use my instagram but not really and I don't have a twitter and I hate snapchat cuz I can't go back and look at stuff...so this is the only social media site I feel I can truly talk about). In no particular order, the reasons why FaceBook rocks:

1. Sometimes it helps me know when somebody is having a bad day, so I can reach out to them. Some of you might be arguing that they're asking for attention... well, sure they are. They need it. They need some TLC and I'mma do what I can to cheer them up. Leaving a comment is not that hard, it's a little gesture to show some love.

2. It's a way to share GoFundMe accounts. When something really tragic happens, often the victim of such difficult circumstances needs financial help. Facebook is a great way to rally together the village that loves that person and help them take care of the expenses that accompany an already grief-inducing struggle.

3. Memes. There's legit some great ones out there. And I know that memes are so 2011... but guys, I really love them. Still. Thank you to those people who still post them.

4. I can communicate with people that live far, far away from me. Like my peeps in Argentina and Mexico 💜

5. It's a way to share my thoughts via this blog, and read other peoples' posts/blogs. I love writing, and I love reading.

6. I CAN CELEBRATE AND BE HAPPY FOR OTHER PEOPLE'S GOOD NEWS. There's a young lady I used to nanny who was just reunited with her Fiancee who just emigrated to the United States, and seeing the picture of them two at the airport near about exploded my heart with joy. A friend of mine from South America just delivered her baby girl, and how else would I have known? It's awesome.

So, I'm a fan of Facebook. Spending hours on it, not a good idea. Comparing myself to others and bemoaning my shortcomings? No thanks. But I can celebrate, I can donate, I can write, I can communicate, I can meme... and that makes Facebook awesome.

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