grillpanda

I started eating meat again last month. This was roughly eleven years since convincing myself I was in some way “about politics”, trying to impress a girl I never did manage to get into bed.

Since then I’ve eaten my way through every animal that’s made it to my plate with no ill effects. It’s been relentless and I am thus far completely unrepentant. (I did give most of my chops to the dog though – those things are difficult).

If going back to carnivorous roots has been a bloody but enjoyable jaunt back through childhood meals and memories, returning to Facebook has been a poorly planned safari with the windows of an ill–equipped rental about to give way to the mangy pride outside.

Not only that, but there is a big fucking target painted on the car in the form of the new People You May Know feature. This gem allows all the little shits you met once, were bullied by twice or just avoided for five years to find you, friend you and add you to that collection of faces they have no connection to outside of breathing the same air.

I was warned of this before I reactivated my account and I went on and did it anyway. I have no real right to complain. And I have no–one to blame but myself and my own lack of willpower for going back among the beasts. But a lot of my actual real friends are on Facebook and for better or worse it’s become a primary means of communication, so I’ll suck it up and smile for the maintenance of my social network.

If I don’t know you though, to talk to, stay away from me on Facebook. If you drift onto my plate you’ll likely end up in my stomach.