Flapping Hands and Ordinary Times.

Facebook depresses me. It’s like one of those endless, lie-filled missives from family and acquaintances that comes each year thinly disguised as a Christmas letter. Except I get to look forward to Facebook every single day.

I mean seriously, NOBODY does that well all the time. It’s like the damn posts are designed to make me feel inadequate.

“Gosh. No sense in my feeling down over my petty little problem when perky cousin pain-in-the-ass buried her dog and husband on the same day and still fel...