Farsoles of the world unite

I can't believe it's been 15 months since I last posted on here. So much has happened. By so much, I of course mean nothing. Well I'm a year older, and a year grumpier. Which of course means there are more people in the world that I detest and wish were obliterated.
But apart from that, it's all good.
The subject of my ire today are the lovely Facebookers who have taken it upon themselves to live their entire life on Facebook. In some ways it's like everyone in the world has given us a key to their brain, and there's really very little inside.
These Farseholes are everywhere.
They're not just your own friends, due to Facebook's marvelous timeline and overly complex privacy settings, it's not uncommon for an update to appear at the top of your news feed. This post appears out of the blue and is usually someone you hardly know commenting on a post by someone you really don't know. Of course we can all turn these things off, but it's like the modern day equivalent of a crossed-line.
You know that feeling when you were younger and you picked up the phone and surreptitiously started to realise you were in the middle of a conversation by two random people that BT had magically transported down your phone-line. You felt like a member of MI6, eavesdropping on some top secret cold war spy network. The reality was far more banal, you really didn't care that Deirdre's cat had hemerrhoids and Maude's varicose veins were playing up again. But for those few split seconds it was intriguing, exciting and then reality set in. 

That's exactly what Facebook has now become. The initial excitement and wonder whether something interesting will appear, has been quickly superseded by the new realisation that other people's lives are generally as banal as yours. Not only that, may seem to think their lives are actually as exciting as an International Star and that when they popped to the shops to buy some tampax, we all must know about it. Particularly if it's a heavy period and they need the extra large ones. 
Now you may just shout 'Well no-one is forcing you to be on facebook, if you hate people that much why are you on it?'. It's a good question. The answer is also simple. It makes me know that no matter how much of an areshole I can be, and how annoying I probably am, at least I'm not a Farsehole. 
There will no doubt be more on this topic in future blog updates, simply because the tide is turning and like a new zombie plague, the farsehole virus is spreading. They're everywhere. Be warned. You may already have the virus and not realise. Here's a quick test. Look at the picture below. Are your fingers twitching to re-post this immediately on your timeline? If so, it may be too late...