I think Facebook mocks single women in their 30’s.
Babies, kids, houses, husbands… engagements,pregnancies… sometimes it’s torturous.
The constant barrage of posts that are reminders of everything I DON’T have.
Most of the time I don’t care… honestly, I love the updates of all my friends’ lives…I’m thrilled for them.
BUT this is where I draw the damn line.
I’m making a proclamation…
If I need to see every update of the whereabouts of “Archibald, Nickolas, Buddy, Charlie, Jack, Jingle” or whatever the hell you call your creepy-ass elf-on-a shelf… I will start posting what I did at the bar last night with my date and include photos.
You’ve been warned.