Hello. Welcome. Pull Up a Chair.

Thank you for dropping by Keyser Söze's Coffeeshop, where the coffee (and some times the language) is strong. I can only assume you are here, because you enjoy my ramblings. Yes, I killed my Facebook. I had to. I have blogged, journalled and been a member of online forums for over a decade and never before did things get as strange as they did on my Facebook page. Never before have people taken pictures of me off a blog or journal, and inappropriately photoshopped them. Never before has any of my writing attracted the weird attention that I received on Facebook. Never before has anyone thrown a shitfit over a picture of my neighbor's cat and never before has some random dude in Pennsylvania messaged me asking me to take down a picture of my toddler son splashing in the ocean, because his butt was not covered in the picture. All these things happened over my Facebook page. I have come to the conclusion that Facebook just brings out the very worst in people and I will have no part of it anymore. I had my page for a year and a half and I experienced more bizarre drama than in all my years of using the internet. Anyway, I have to write . Writing, to me, is like taking a hot bath after a long day. It is a way to unwind and decompress. I am unapolagetically opinionated. My children play naked in the forest and the ocean and I talk like a sailor, because my grandfather - my male role model growing up - worked in the shipyard and had a rather flowery way of speaking. If these things bother you, I suggest you don't come to Keyser Söze's Coffeeshop. Best, Sharon.