Facebook II

What did people used to do with the time they now spend sending cutsie animal pictures to each other? How did they ever motivate themselves without some bumper-sticker piece of philosophy to get them through the day?
The constant need to be prompted and prompt others to feel or think in a certain way suggests we have lost the power to do this by ourselves.
Without the latest picture and an amusing caption, would could we possibly do with our day? It's a really weird scrap-booking mentality. Sometimes what is sent can be thought-provoking but all -too-often, it's just nauseous. I will try (but possibly fail) to avoid this.