People are running out of things to talk about. The weather is too hot, cold, or wet. *yawn* The stock market is up or down. *frown* I watched last night’s show or I missed it. *shrug* To generate interesting chitchat, we need something new to whine about.
“Did you notice the new Facebook feed layout?”
“I can’t believe they would do that. Those guys are so clueless.”
“Yet, you were on it all day.”
“Why didn’t they consult anyone before they made such drastic changes?”
“You mean why didn’t they consult you, right?”
“Oh, come on. I’m not the only person who has a problem with it. Haven’t you seen all of the complaints?”
“Yes. I saw them displayed on the new feed. It was convenient.”
“Why are you defending them?”
“Because they have their reasons, which are financial reasons based on research we’re not privy to. A week from now you won’t even notice.”
Complaining on Facebook about the new Facebook layout just seems weird to me. It’s like going into Starbucks and ordering a macchiato and then walking around the store drinking it while telling everyone in line how much you hate it. If I were in line and heard your complaint, I’d consider the source as credible as penis enlargement cream.
Imagine if you did any of the following:
- Bought tickets to an MLB playoff game, sat behind the dugout, and complained the entire ballgame that pitchers don’t throw spitballs anymore and long balls suck since the steroid ban.
- Drove a Prius down the highway and pointed out the ugly Nissan Leaf that just passed you.
- Pushed a flatbed around Costco, loaded with toilet paper, cases of soda, and oversized boxes of cereal while complaining that the soda was inconveniently located in the rear corner of the store for “no apparent reason.” (The reason is quite apparent, actually: Costco wants you to encounter as many sales as possible on your way to the popular fizzy sugar.)
- Stood at the grocery store’s self-scan checkout and complained you don’t know the code for peaches.
- Sat in a bathroom stall, begging your neighbor for a courtesy flush after giving birth to a nostril singeing stank stew of your own.
- Whining to the fast-food drive thru clerk that people take too long to order at the drive thru.
I get it: Nobody likes change. People find it easier to adapt when they can pout, stomp, and protest first. Isn’t it better to expect change and embrace it? My cats get it. The minute I change the litter, those two little fuckers race to see who can be the first to soil it. They don’t stare angrily at me while filling out a comment card. Granted, I have exceptionally smart and tolerant kitties, but still, even moronic mutts adapt to change.
So, fellow Facebookers, let’s take it easy on poor Zuckerberg and his minions. He has billions of reasons to disregard your angst. Why waste it on him when you can always complain about gas prices.