I’ve hated Facebook for a long time, and last night reminded me of one of the biggest reasons why. My mother’s entire side of the family is on Facebook, and of course I just *had* to go look at their profiles and see what everyone is up to. I don’t know why I do that, since every time I do, I’m always blindsided by a tidal wave of envy. Last night was no exception.
A niece, who is twenty years younger than I am, appears to have a storybook life, at least the way she presents herself on Facebook. She appears to have all the following going for her: She is happily married, her adorable husband just opened a high-end restaurant to rave reviews, they just finished building a house near the ocean, she gave birth to a third perfect child a few months ago (natural childbirth, of course), her children are disgustingly beautiful, she always looks fit and well put together, she always looks ecstatic in her photos, and she gets a ton of comments–like hundreds of comments from their scads of friends and of course the extended family–telling her how beautiful and perfect she and her family and everything else are. Oh, and they just got back from a vacation too. She has the love and acceptance of my mother and all of her extended family. And she’s not alone. Everyone else on that side of the family seems to have a perfect life too. I always imagine (and probably imagine correctly) that they all look down on me.
Do I sound envious? I guess you could say I am. I don’t have the sort of happy, successful, perfect, monied life my mother and her extended family value. Because I “failed,” I’ve been devalued and am seen as an embarrassment and source of shame, which is the real reason why I’m never invited to any family functions, not that I’d go anyway. The sad thing is, as the family scapegoat, I was set up to be the family black sheep and never be able to have a life like that.
I need to quit Facebook. I really hate it. All that perfection makes me want to HURL!