Let's cut to the chase. I have a hunch that I am not alone. One of those accidental acquaintances on Facebook turned so sour that I had to call in legal help - and more. What we tend to forget is this: Underneath all those cute photos of kittens/family gatherings is the ugly underbelly of mankind as the species exists. Some of that is horrific.
I will continue posting on my wall on Facebook. Thanks to this social network I have resumed friendships with Seton Hill, Greensburg, Pennsylvania Class of 1967 members such as Lee Harrison, Irene Nunn, and Charlotte Toal. They were there for me on my 68th birthday as well as my two biopsies for breast cancer.
However, I will invest less time on that social network. After all, no new assignments for my ghostwriting/speechwriting business have come from years of keeping up with the growing gang of photo-posters. Where I will invest a lot more resources, including money in premium services, is LinkedIn. Without all the photos, it provides an it's-all-business platform for developing new contacts, updating our professional lives with current ones, participating in community discussions, and winding up with high-traffic links.
The bad taste in my mouth from my recent Facebook disaster will be there for a while. Hopefully, like all suffering, it will be a teacher. What am I learning? Beware the possible wolf in wholesome family-style clothing serving wondrous family-style dinners on national holidays. Maybe that had penetrated my subconscious as much as the sugary programming of the Eisenhower era like "Father Knows Best."