Facebook is a great thing, until someone posts something political, controversial, religious.. you get my drift. More marriages and friendships have ended due to Facebook then due to the old reasons, money and jealousy. I know this because I have lost a whole slew of friends because of Facebook, but that is a story for another day.
My father (who is FB illiterate) periodically ventures onto the network and it is ALWAYS at the wrong time. I posted a political cartoon, a very funny political cartoon, knowing that some of my friends would jump on that very quickly, I even knew who would be the first to comment. I was right and we had a good time laughing back and forth. I will only say that it had to do with the decision today and the entire post has now been deleted from my page.
My father jumped in on this bandwagon (the last time he was on FB was a month ago!), but for the wrong reasons. You see, daddy is very opinionated, and he wants to make his point. He made his point, but he made it in a way that sounded like he was directly against me, his little girl. I was ok with it, I really was. I called him and jokingly said that I was going to have to delete him from my FB, because he was making me look bad. I have to say that it was a harsh comment and after talking arguing with him about it, I started to cry hysterically because of one sentence that I didn't realize was there. When he heard me, he started crying too, and kept saying he was sorry, over and over again. I told him I was deleting the whole thing, so it was going to be okay, but he has to learn how to read everything he is going to comment on before he makes this mistake again. At this point, I was incoherent, I really let this get to me. I was so hurt and I know it was killing him that he brought me to tears. He apologized, I could barely hear him he was crying so much and he said goodbye and hung up.
I called my sister, read her what he wrote, she couldn't believe I was crying so much (I am normally the strong one and I rarely let things get to me), so she got pissed that this happened. Now I had to keep her from calling him and starting a fight. Hindsight and all that, I should have just deleted it and never said anything, but I too, had to make a point, I guess. This is just a big mess and all because of Facebook!!!
This is why FB has added the features they have, like blocking some of what you post from certain people, so families and friends stay that way! I am just going to go to sleep and let it be in the past, I love my daddy and I don't want to let anything get in the way of the rest of our time together.
From the minute we met, I loved you like no other wizard before you! You filled me up with your magic.
The Chamber of Secrets was akin to the chamber of my heart, filled with secrets of one day becoming a wizard just like you.
The prisoner of your every move is more like it (I mean me..). Oh what I wouldn't do to have you rescue me.
Who wouldn't drink from a goblet of fire for you? Of course, that's not quite what was meant, but the fire in my brain was quenched with this installment.
This quickly became my new favorite! A whole team of secret wizards, oh be still my magical heart. This was the first time I re-read immediately after finishing.
Half Blood? No, it couldn't be. Your blood is filled with nothing but the love of James and Lilly Potter, so reading was a must to find out exactly who could possibly be the half-blood prince. My addiction to all things Harry continued.
Dear Ms. Rowling, please don't let it be true? Is this it? Is this all I have to left of my wizardly love? Tears stain the pages of this treasure on my shelf and I can't breathe.
I awoke after seeing you last night at 1:00 a.m and felt an emptiness in my chamber of secrets that the order of the phoenix will never secure for me again. Your last time on the big screen had me crying the minute it began, for this was the beginning of the end. Then, I found this! A question mark???? Could it be? Could there be just one more, two, infinity? I know, why prolong the pain, the hurt, the healing.... I will take another hit, gladly, for you. My wand is held high in homage to an era of literature that all ages may never see again or will we......
