I see the great sunbed debate has started up again on parts of antisocial media. It makes for fun reading as long as you’re not easily offended, and that, it seems is a rare trait these days. I also saw some outrage about one of the beaches being privately booked for a couple of days because of a celebration by, one assumes, very rich folk. Then it turns out, this was not an isolated incident. It makes for an entertaining first thing in the morning when you stumble across Mr Unhappy deriding a restaurant because it’s not serving Greek food. He gets countered by Mrs Miffed standing up for said restaurant, and she gets joined by Miss Impassioned who has fifty years’ experience of said restaurant and how very dare you. Then, in wades Master Impartial, but he’s enthusiastically ignored, so Old Man Wise has a go, only to be shouted down by Madame Poulette clucking away about how her money is as good as Herr Beschwerdeführer who, she thinks, doth complain too much, and the next thing I know, my tea’s gone cold.
I see it on non-Symi pages, one of my favourites being from my old, old, home town. Good Lord! You only need to ask a question on there and a whole tribe of ‘we live heres’ are at your throat. The innocent poster is stood up for by complete strangers, which is nice to see, but the town divide is obvious. This place, being by the sea where channel-crossers come ashore, falls into two very distinct camps. The ‘Rescue them and do what you can’ brigade, and the ‘Send them back to where they came from’ party. In there somewhere as subcommittees are the ‘Arrest the lifeboatmen and coast guards for people trafficking’ society, or anti-society perhaps, and those willing to save lives no matter what.
Sometimes antisocial media can be useful, for example, when you want to anonymously vent your frustration about the way the world doesn’t listen to you, so you put up a steaming hot bowl of personal anti-everything bile, and no-one takes the blindest bit of notice. Hey, at least you feel better. I also like to read some of the ridiculous short stories people put up as questions to which they could have easily found the answer had they bothered to research. Such things as: ‘We are coming to the island of Kalos for the first time on September 27th (soooo excited!) and the plane lands at 10.30. Will we be able to get the 10.35 boat? So looking forward to seeing this beautiful island. We are coming with the two little ones, Tammy aged 3 months and Timmy aged 10 months (don’t ask!, lol), and we want to visit beaches where the sand is white and fluffy, though my husband’s mother who is coming with us and who is 97 (also don’t ask, lol), is unable to walk, so we will need to hire a mobility scooter to get up the steps. We shall be staying at a place I can’t pronounce the name of and would love to meet others with young children for yoga and fasting parties, and maybe even go paragliding together as my husband’s mother loves watersports of all varieties. Anyway, can’t wait to…’
Yeah, well. I’ve switched off and got on with my life.
