Posting Random Crap on Facebook

One of the things I do when I’m really bored (or just really hypomanic) is post a bunch of random one-liners  on Facebook. This is the modern-day equivalent of making drunk phone calls to your friends in the middle of the night, which serves the dual purpose of getting their attention AND prompting them to ask you if you’re all right. Nothing like a little TLC to keep you going when you’re a bit shaky, KWIM?

Sometimes it’s not just my own smartass comments that I post, but other peoples’ smartass comments. Or pictures with smartass comments. Or even pictures of animals making smartass comments.

Grumpy Cat is my favorite. For the  fourteen people left on the planet who may have never seen or heard of Grumpy Cat, it’s this animal meme featuring a Siamese cat whose mouth has a permanent downturn, making her look perpetually angry. The captions are priceless; there’s one of Grumpy looking down a hole in the ground and saying “It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again”; here’s another where she’s looking up at one of those super-ugly hairless cats and says “Holy mother of Hades, what the hell is THAT?!” And then there’s the one that says “Yeah, I’m bipolar. But right now I’m just pissed off. Learn the difference.”

I also love to ‘share’ the wisdom that can be found all over the Interwebz. Seems like I wind up using a lot from a few sources that never run out of good material (AKA “stuff I wish I’d thought of first”). One of my go-to sites is “There Should Be An ‘I Don’t Give a Rat’s Ass’ Button on Facebook”, which makes probably hundreds of posts fresh every day….many of which should come with a beverage alert for the poor reader starting out her day online with a hot cuppa joe nearby.

But then, once in a while I come up with something brilliant that just can’t wait till it works its way through the filter that’s SUPPOSED to be between my brain and my fingers, and that’s when I start getting the “Are you OK?” messages. You’d think they think I’m off my meds or something. (Well, that did happen yesterday, but I only missed a dose…’s not like I’ve actually gone off them. THAT would be the single most reckless and foolish thing I could ever do, and I know there’d be people lined up all the way to Nebraska ready to gang-slap me if I did.)

Still, it’s like my Dad used to say: Better to be a smartass than a dumbass. And I’m proud to say that I’ve never been called a dumbass in my entire life (well, up to this point anyway—the game ain’t over yet). Ergo, I am a smartass……and as such, I reserve the right to post random crap on Facebook anytime I like.  Haha!!

Published by bpnurse

I'm a retired registered nurse and writer who also happens to be street-rat crazy, if the DSM-IV.....oops, 5---is to be believed. I was diagnosed with bipolar I disorder at the age of 55, and am still sorting through the ashes of the flaming garbage pile that my life had become. Here, I'll share the lumps and bumps of a late-life journey toward sanity.... along with some rants, gripes, sour grapes and good old-fashioned whining from time to time. It's not easy being bipolar in a unipolar world; let's figure it out together.

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