My time with Facebook may have officially come to an end. Over the years, I have been able to tolerate all of my friends’ photos of the things they made for dinner. Every day I sit there while distant acquaintances try to tell me how great their 5am run went. I’ve made it through the sonogram pictures. Like, you know, pictures of naked humans growing inside people’s stomachs. Someone I went to high school with may or may not have given birth in her bed last week and I got to see pictures of the aftermath. But I’ve finally reached my breaking point.
Tuesday morning I innocently logged into my newsfeed to find that someone had posted this horrible status (I don’t even like posting it here):
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