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Facebook stalker extraordinaire

I am beginning to realize that I am being slightly hypocritical when I tell people not to judge me based on the way I look. I want people to see past my wheelchair and judge me based on the kind of person I am. However, not everybody in the world is going to know the real me. My Facebook stalking addiction has taught me this. My little sister has tried to tell me over the years that spending time on Facebook is like slipping into a black hole. You start looking at other peoples photographs and before you know it you've lost an hour or two of your valuable time.

I hate to admit this but I have done this with the Facebook profiles of people that I knew in high school. It starts off innocently enough. I see a Facebook post that I find funny, amusing, or strange. Then I click on their profile to stay what other interesting things they might have to say. Then without even thinking about it my mouse cursor just happens to click on the photos section of the profile. I start looking obsessively to see if there are any faces that I may recognize. Then the them monologue starts. I tell myself that these people who I haven't seen in nearly 10 years must have it all together. They are always smiling and happy posing proudly with their significant others or friends that I have no connection to.

I am a hypocrite because I smile in photographs even when I'm not happy. I mean, who wants to have a picture of themselves published for the whole cyber world to see when they're not smiling or looking their best. I am starting to realize that nobody is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. They have things in their past or the present that they wish they could hide. So, they try their best to plaster a smile on their face. This is especially true when the camera comes into view.

This post is starting to sound depressing. I guess, although I am really trying to say is that I can't expect the whole world to look past my wheelchair and see the real me. The people that know the real me are the people that have been with me since the very beginning. They know me inside and out. They are my family.
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