facebook depression?

what did you say?             yeah,..........that's right,.........they say that facebook can cause depression in teen's now.              now what the hell does a teenager have to be depressed about?          in all reality they should still be under the illusion that everything is going to turn out right. that the world is theirs, and all they have to do is grab it by the balls, and control it.
i know why it could be depressing to them.       it's not the facebook that's causing this madness. it's all the timeout's that they have had to suffer through when they were misguided, and took a wrong path. it was mean,........vile,...........strict parents,.............that told them that they have to to sit, and think about what they have done for thirty minutes.
if i was treated this way i would have grown up to be worse than i was to begin with!!          no,.........i came up in the time that parents had a choice of how to discipline their children. fortunately, for me the most common way to discipline was at the end of a belt.
it was a simple process, that always started out with the phrase, " this is going to hurt me much more than it does you!!"        then the parent would take you hand in theirs, but it was not a comfort deal. it was so that you couldn't run, or get too far away from them.
we all knew better to run anyway. that would call for a more severe beating that it would have been to begin with!!  actually, it was better to stay real close to them, and act like it was killing you. if you did that they started feeling guilty right away, and it was over soon.
in all reality, most "beatings" hurt nothing more than you pride, and then you got a chance to take the " time out." it was never called a time out back then, but it followed every whipping.
fortunate for me, one of my sisters caught the brunt of the last time a switch was used, instead of a belt. the switch cut the blood out of her little legs, and mother quickly decided that  was too harsh of a penalty to suffer. if she had been cruel enough to continue that way i would have two scars where my legs used to be!!
i was always the mean one. i was the baby, and the only boy. mother really never knew what to do with me. she tried to raise me like a girl, but natural selection kicked in, and my real male hormones came on out. that is why i don't understand homosexuality. if ever there was one because of how that they were raised, i was the prime candidate!! i think that it's a real choice. i believe that if your turned on by someone of the same sex that you suffer from esteem issues. you just don't feel good enough about yourself to attract, and keep someone of the opposite sex.
now,........i can't say that i've been any good at keeping the opposite sex for long periods at a time, and i know that I'm just not quite right. although, i've never been attracted to men. some men i do admire much more than others, but i've never wanted to have sex with them!!
Geeze Louise,..............kids don't have much of a chance today. it's OK if you son of sixteen years old wants to play with dolls, and it's OK if your daughter wants to dress, and act like builder Bob!!
the whole family structure has broken down. by the time the kids get old enough to go out on their own, and sometimes that is way younger than it was back in my day. there is no family involvement. families don't do things together anymore. i believe that the meal time has broken new barriers. there are no meal times. not even dinner time.
if nothing else happen while i was a kid,...........we would all sit down at the table for a meal that i've always called supper, or most folks know it as dinner. there is where the whole family talked about their day, and what's going on with themselves. we laughed, and enjoyed each others company for a few minutes. then when it was over, we all gladly, helped in the cleaning up.  that was a powerful time in our lives. it helped us to get along better with each other. we learned how to handle situations in our outside world at the supper table. in other words,...........we were skilled at that table to handle life's problems as they arose.

i did have my problems. i had deep seated emotional problems that were never addressed as a child. at least i don't think that they were. i did  see a psychiatrist when i was younger for being a chronic bed-wetter. this was a major embarrassment to me. it seemed that every night i would have bad dreams, and piss in my sleep. the Valium that the Doc gave me simply caused me not to wake up anymore. it did nothing to solve the problem. we went through several tactics to stop this madness, but the more we tried to control it,.......the worse that it got!!
i really can't tell you why a five, or six year old would have bad nerves to the point of this action. i new that i have seen some horrible things in my childhood. things that my tender mind simply could not understand at the time. for some reason i was scarred of everything. i mean a serious panic about most things that looking back makes me wonder why?
although, i mentally blocked out most of my childhood. the sad part is that i have no good memories to hold on to. even today most of my memories are bad ones. here is the crazy thing though, i don't feel like i was abused in anyway. life was simply what it was at the time. i know in my heart that i had some good times as a child,..........i simply can't remember them.
i can see how my childhood affected my adolescent years. i became bold,........nope,.........hell no............lets be honest about it. i became stupid!! for some reason i didn't have a fear of much anymore. i wanted to live my life to the fullest. the sad part is that i choose drugs, and alcohol to achieve that little simple goal. you know that caused more problems to come into my life, than ever was there to begin with. i went from a nervous child straight to a hellion born from a demon seed!!

you know?            i think that i will stop right there.................

               ...........much love