Betty killed my social life

I feel embarassed when people ask me what I am doing for Christmas. Because when I say I am doing some shifts for Crisis, it feels as though I am asking for some recognition of my philanthropy. The truth is that I get so much more out of doing it than I give. This post is about what an honour it is and how special it makes Christmas.

Two 7 hour shifts are all you are asked to commit to. It really is not a big deal. You can do as much, and get involved as much as you choose. And if it really is not for you, you don't have to stay.

I'm not a hater really but I do refer to that satanic place as Fuckbook. Don't get me wrong, it has served me well. I used it to find people that I really wanted to be in touch with, openly and honestly and innocently. Missing family and friends, people that had never been far from my heart, but that I had lost touch with for one reason or another.

I can even turn a blind eye to its use as an ego crutch. I understand why people feel compelled to prove how sexy, happy and fun they are. To leave cryptic messages that entice others to enquire further about their wellbeing, publically, propping up their sense of worth. Todays society is a raunch culture. The images we are taught to aspire to are beyond our reach. They are not real.