You never know who can post a picture of you on Facebook.
If you ever want to dissect someone’s personality, check out that person’s profile and postings on Facebook. Researchers at the University of Missouri claim Facebook profiles could be used as insight into mental health issues.
In my opinion, they are totally correct. People on Facebook are so weird. I think they do things online that they wanted to do their whole lives. “Hey, look at me. Aren’t I great?”
I have male friends who consistently show their bare chests and tattoos. They can be visiting someone’s grave, deathbed, or funeral, yet they snap a picture of themselves flexing their muscles on site.
Then there are the religious fanatics. I open my Facebook page and the same three people have posted large-typed signs “Jesus loves you,” “I love Jesus,” and “Jesus Forgives You.” It’s a real wake up call first thing in the morning to be reminded every few inches what a real shit I am for not being more of a religious person.
I have to mention the pet lovers. Now I love dogs as much as the next person but I never felt it necessary to show pictures of my pets sniffing the rears of other four-legged friends or pinpointing any of their private parts. Yet there are pet owners who somehow feel that the world needs to be exposed to these important matters.
The researchers say whether you post once an hour or once a month there are indicators of psychological states. Now we all know I am a nut but what about the others. Here is the full story.Click here.
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Hahaha!! I totally have mental issues! Did you see the picture of my cat on his back with his legs in the air?
Facebook used to be a fun place to rumble and roll with my favorite folks. Then the election turned my newsfeed into a war zone. Even though I consider myself conservative, I have friends all over the socio-political map. I wasn’t conservative enough for the conservatives and abhorrent to the libs, even though I didn’t say much myself. They cured my facebook addiction. I still check in everyday. I’m just very quiet.
Since the election, I’ve noticed a new trend. All those folks who used to send me emails full of pictures and poems, then threaten my life if I didn’t forward it to everyone I know, have discovered how to post links to facebook. Personally, I prefer the muscle-pumping cemetery pictures and bare chests. At least they are real and honest – not recycled. I fear that amid all this connection, we’ve forgotten how to communicate with one another.