My animal advocacy page, Pet Patriotism, now has 199 followers. Un. Be. Lievable. One person shares it, and three more check it out and “like” it, and it keeps going. It’s only been a week and a half since starting it up. Ca-Razy. I feel a certain pressure to keep these folks happy and interested in what I’m doing.
I admit there’s very little info which I have the knowhow to find. I pretty much come across other postings and repost them myself. It’s not to claim credit for it; I’m not erasing the originator’s tags on there. It’s just that I want to keep the information flowing. I might subscribe to a certain page that others may not. You can’t subscribe to everyone–there’s not enough time to read it all. If someone gets their info from me, great. If they get it from somewhere else, great. The point is to keep it all out there, educating more and more people and getting profiles of animals in trouble or petitions that need signing to cycle onwards to those that will help.
I don’t remember if I covered why I set this page up or not. A friend actually messaged me asking me to “Please stop”. It was in reference to an item I shared with a picture showing a pretty gruesome wound on a dog. I knew when I shared it that I’d probably face opposition, but I shared anyway because every share was going to raise another dollar towards care for the dog. I know that perhaps only three or four of my 93 or 94 friends on Facebook actually care to sign these things, can or will donate, or can spend time networking my posts. So between reaching people that care and not pestering my friends, I set up the separate page.
I foresaw that this was going to be time-consuming, and boy I was right. I was already spending a lot of time on Facebook and my email account as it was. Now I’m taking the time to cross post it TO MYSELF, essentially, on my new page and sharing from there.
After the first week, I decided to take Tuesday the 6th off. I still went in there a little, but I needed a break from the 24 hour media stream plus 40 hour work week. Also, my own dog was being neglected regarding attention, which would not be good in general, and definitely not from someone who claims to be all about animals.
I realized that my voice was rather silent that day, but the world still turned. And others were there filling my void. Did I miss a petition or two? Probably. Did I fail to get something forwarded to someone that may have helped? Possibly. But I can only do so much. There’s guilt, but there’s also reality. I’ve made the decision that anytime I log in, I will only scroll back through four hours worth of material at most. I used to go back all the way, even if it was ten or twelve hours, fearful something important would get by me. I wrote in a previous post that I am a recovering addict (alcohol; two years sober), and I am left wondering if this is another form of addiction, even if it’s a meaningful one. So I must impose limits, addiction or not.
It seems that some of the people that are informing me are doing this full time. They are largely female, and, I believe, older, so they may be stay-at-homers with working spouses or are retirees, either of which having a great deal more time in theory. I’m jealous. I don’t know if they actually get paid for any of their time. I doubt it, but if so, I’m jealous again. Not because I want to profit, per se, but I would love to support myself this way and therefor be able to do this kind of thing all the time.
I previously mentioned reducing meat from my diet, for obvious reasons. Well, I’ve spent the last two weeks primarily meat free. I ate chicken three times, and that’s it. I had already weeded lamb and pork from my diet, and beef and dairy are now gone. Going forward, I may or may not occasionally eat chicken, eggs, and seafood. The reason I ate chicken the three times I did was because I am getting some digestive upset from the continuous intake of fruits and vegetables. A friend hypothesized that it could be all the live enzymes and fiber. Going from forty years of meat, bread, pizza, and ice cream to this is tough. So I’m throwing the chicken in there from time to time to make it a more gradual change and hopefully easier on my system. I feel good about this.
The Tale of the Fox goes on….
Best wishes on your new page and new diet.