So I just found myself in the shower cheering because I discovered “The Carey Mulligan-link”. As so many of my single shower stories, this one started with me thinking about hunky men. This time it was Ryan Gosling and Michael Fassbender. I thought to myself, how great would it be to have them both in a movie together, being kinda dark but all the way handsome. And then I thought! How close have we indeed already come to this? 

First I considered the Tarentino link, because Fassbender was in Inglorious Basterds and Gosling is in great films. however Tarantino has not directed Ryan Gosling in a film. 

So next I considered the Jennifer Lawrence link, which works. Jennifer Lawrence was in X-men: First Class, which stared Michael Fassbender. She was also in Silver Linings Playbook with Bradley Cooper, who was in The Place Beyond The Pines with Ryan Gosling. And so! Through the Lawrence.Cooper-link, we have connected Ryan Gosling and Michael Fassbender. And as I walked into the shower I felt good about this connection, but also convinced that there had to be an ever closer connection. (Don’t worry, this will not turn into to fan-fic of the saucy kind. I realize it looks like it, but involved in this story will be kept dressed. Well, expect me, but I was taking a shower. Doesn’t count)

And then it hit me! The Carey Mulligan-link, nay! The Carey-Mulligan-Connection! See, she was in Shame with Michael Fassbender, but also in Drive with Ryan Gosling! So… There! … I now realize, this is overwhelmingly anticlimactic, but I was super proud of my discovery and wanted to share it. Anyway, this was a fun game, if you need actors connected, fell free to come to me. However, not with Six degrees of Kevin Bacon, because I have not seen enough movies with Kevin Bacon to be good at that game.

Also, I haven’t posted in like forever, so I thought I’d treat you with the strangeness that is my subconscious.
In the dream Alice, from Alice in Wonderland, walk into a vet which also functions as a tea shop, selling fancy tea cup and kettles and such. She’s come in to pick up her badger, which apparently had fallen ill. She walks over to the counter and a lady walks out with the badger sleeping on a tray (possibly from the tea part of the store) and puts it down on the counter. “oh, thank you so much, missus. Is he feeling any better?” Alice ask and the lady replies “I did help, but may I suggest that you also get him waffled?” (Now here I ask myself whatever “getting waffled” means, but Alice doesn’t seem too shocked by the notion and no explanation is given by my subconscious) “oh, no thank you, he already smells so terribly of waffles” Alice says and looks down at the badger, which is still on the tray but now you can tell that he has four pineapple rings on his back and is smothered in something that could be syrup and he does in fact smell terribly of waffles. 
Alice leaves the badger on the counter and goes over to look at some tea sets, when the lady says “Well, he does need medication” making it clear that the badger is in fact dying. Alice is worried and pulls out her purse to pay whatever it takes to save the poor badger. “Well, then give hi whatever he needs” “The thing is,” says the lady without an inch of sympathy for either Alice nor the poor badger “We’re running low on medicine”. She look up and over on a second lady, who is carrying a tray with the remainder of the shop’s medicine. The kind of medicine you measure a spoonful of and eats. “This is all we have left” she says, shrugging her shoulders. Alice runs over to the second lady and looks at the bottle of medicine, she reads the label on the side, which says Wolverine. “Wolverine!?!” Alice yells, she’s angry and slams the medicine of the tray and onto the floor “What am I to do with wolverine medicine, when he is..” she gestures violently towards the badger “..so clearly a hedgehog!” … Yeah, it is at this point in the dream that I realize that I have forgotten the word for badger. I hear my own voice or thought or whatever over the scenario taking place in my dream, slowly zooming out as everyone look confused. I keep thinking: “he’s not a hedgehog, he’s that other thing. Sonic is a hedgehog .  This is not right..” and then I woke up.

Of course I don’t remember the dream as connected as I just put it down, but that is kinda how it went. I’m open to hear interpretations or whatever about it. If nothing else, there it is. My subconscious telling a story about Alice in Wonderland and her ever trusting badger.

A while back me and a friend were discussion Facebook and people using it wrong. Mainly the winy type. You know the kind, the kind that updates “I cant believe these people, how dare they!?”. Comment number one then goes in the line “what happened?” often with an added “Sweety” or a smiley face or something. After three of these comments, the poster replies something like “I don’t even wanna talk about it!” THEN Y U POST THIS SHIT?!?

Me and my friend agreed that these types of people should not be allowed on Facebook, but they my friend stated something that surprised me. He told me that Facebook was made as a place where people could exchange knowledge and culture and present friends to new things. Facebook can expand peoples mind and field of knowledge by adding their friends experiences to theirs. 
Now I’m not gonna lie. I love my friend and all, but in this instance I thought he was slight full of demented pretensions crap and had way too high expectations to a face mainly know as the platform for duck-faces and bathroom mirror poses. But I couldn’t tell him that, because it hit me that I didn’t know why Facebook is a thing and what we really use it for. I don’t post duck faces or update people on my sad existence. But I do update, I do care about likes and comments and I believe other people do to. 

To me Facebook should be a place of “I did stuff!” and “Stuff happened to me!”. Positive and negative experiences in a life all put together in one setting. I went to a party, i did the dishes, my bike got stolen, I lost my phone and so on. It works as a sort of online photo album that you can look back on, with not only pictures, but descriptions of what happened to you in high school or when you went to college or that year you were out of a job. And on your wall you can even tell who your friends were at that time based on who posts something on your wall.
I find this to be quite a neat idea, but I don’t think it’s the meaning of Facebook either.

There’s something about getting those “likes”. There’s something about having people comment on a link you posted. It’s proof that you were heard. At least I think that that’s it. And I know that it’s what I like. When someone “likes” my status, more than anything it means they read it. When they comment they even thought about it and replied. It’s a form of care and acknowledgement. It’s validation.  

I’m not saying that it started off that way, but Facebook has become a place to say “I’m here! I exist!” and with every “like” you get that fact validated. You are in fact here, you do exist. From the girl posting pictures of herself in a tight dress, to the angry teen ranting update, to the nerdy guy reposting 9gag memes, to me. We all just want to know that we are here, that we are heard. We want to be validated in our existence.