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TMI constantly a problem with Facebook

If there’s anything that will prompt me to officially close the cover on Facebook, it will likely have less to do with my privacy settings and more to do with TMI. You know what I mean: Too Much Information. I get it. A lot.
Barbara Gunn
Barbara Gunn

If there’s anything that will prompt me to officially close the cover on Facebook, it will likely have less to do with my privacy settings and more to do with TMI.

You know what I mean: Too Much Information.

I get it. A lot.

Two weeks ago, for instance, a colleague from work announced to his FB world that his youngest had finally moved out and that his nest was officially empty — well, minus his wife, that is. From now on, he added, he would be able to pad around the house semi naked.

Didn’t need to know that.

A day or two later, another colleague was on the Book. His dog and cat had been battling, he said, and he’d been in the middle. He included a picture of his bloodied leg.

Really? Who delays a run to the first aid cabinet in order to take — and post — a picture?

TMI.

There are people who turn to Facebook to brag shamelessly about their cars, their clothes, their occupations, their holidays and their children, and I’ve talked about them before. But the TMI-ers are not bragging so much as they’re sharing what I do not need to know.

You know what I mean.

“Down with a nasty intestinal bug,” someone will say. Sorry. I really am. But do I really want to know that? Can’t say I do in the slightest.

Almost every day, it seems, one of my FB friends is TMI-ing it up in a very big way.

I don’t want to appear rude or insensitive, but I have to say that I don’t need to know when any of them are 1.) struggling hopelessly to lose 15 pounds; 2.) having money issues with their significant other; or 3.) suing the neighbours over a broken fence.

None of my business. And absolutely TMI.

Beats me why anyone would tell Facebook that last night’s lentil soup had left them feeling a tad, well, “off,” but I’m thinking that’s maybe just me.

Food poisoning? Heck, at one time, the afflicted would he advised to stay off solids, chew on ice chips and take a nap. These days, some of them are still inclined to do that — but only after they’ve logged on to Facebook.

Yep, not planning to get off the site right now, but can’t say about tomorrow.

Information is fine by me. TMI is not.