Over the weekend I discovered that one of my social network pals unfriended me. That's right...he gave me the big old facebook heave-ho. At first, I was shocked, if not, down right dumbfounded as to why he sent me to the gallows. So I re-created my social network steps and then I remembered.
Lately, he had been on a rant about Wall Street and working for the man and some other bullshit about how the world is all screwed up. So, in my usual Bill Kirby fashion, I said something to the effect of, "Hey, why not take a break and post some pictures of your motorcycles or the hot women you went on vacation with..." Upon reading my post, he promptly deleted me from his friends list. Those of you who know me will remember that I take it personally when someone deletes me or refuses my friend request because I wouldn't date her fat, sorry ass in high school.
So I sent him a message and asked him to enlighten me as to why I got pulled in the bottom of the eighth inning. I mean, c'mon, it was a joke. To which he replied that the topic he was soap boxing on meant a lot to him and he didn't appreciate my casual attitude toward his passion. Chalk up another instance for the Kirbster misreading his audience. I hate it when I do that.
Here's the deal...I'm the same person day in and day out. What you see is what you get. I work hard, play hard, laugh hard and sleep hard. I make jokes about everything and everyone, including me, or should I say, especially me. I believe that laughter really is the best medicine and that if you can't laugh at yourself, I'll do enough laughing at you for everyone else.
In the aftermath of my facebook friendship lethal injection, I continued to reflect on my former friends words. You know, the world is screwed up and in order to find happiness in a mad world it all comes down to how you deal with it. In my former friends case he blamed the man. As for me...well, I've learned that if you don't laugh about everything going on in the world, you'll go crazy. So, I laugh and I try to find humor in even the worst situations. It's my daily manna from heaven. And then, I write about it.
Be Well.
