Oddly, though my moods are changeable, I don't handle change very well. I don't relish it. I fear it. Case in point: Timeline. A new format that is wildly different from what I'm used to in my Facebook page is causing me great anxiety. What will my page look like in the new medium? How will I get my message across? Will my wit and wisdom come shining through? Or will the swirling chaos of the page overpower the swirling chaos in my mind?
|People get ready, there's change a-comin. Or maybe a train.|
So there's that. Fucking Timeline. We have the luxury of complaining about our problems with Facebook, when, let's face it (see what I did there?), they didn't *have* to make a social app that links over a half a billion people and gives self-absorbed latter-day hipsters like me an open mike 24/7. They could (and probably do) sell my soul through the next seven rotations of the karmic wheel and I wouldn't *really* complain because I feel so damn lucky to have this beautiful obsession. Woody Allen in the Catskills. Such small portions.
So you see how it works here at the Chron. Why the rants have to share a page with the raves. It is all part of the big chaos that swirls like Brownian motion through joy and hostility, guilt and rage, humility and terror, self-loathing and superiority. How am I going to make sense of it all in the Timeline, which, like experience, isn't really linear at all?
Don't even get me started with Daylight Savings Time. I'm pretty sure they are trying to kill me with all this superfluous change they keep throwing at me like the Christmas trees in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Don't be afraid to admit that you got that reference. In my last post, I accused you of not being able to keep up. But we both know better. Embrace your randomness. And buckle up. Here comes Timeline.