Late last year, I may have experienced Facebook Rage while at the supermarket. Technically, my rage actually started at the train station, as I scrolled through my Facebook feed while waiting for the train, and came across the below post by a group I was following:
I read this post. I fumed. I posted a rant to my personal Facebook page. I fumed. I got off the train. I fumed. I walked to the supermarket. I fumed. And by the time I made it into the fresh produce section, a compulsion overtook me, I whipped out my phone, opened up Facebook while standing next to the zucchinis, and wrote the following response in the comments of the offending post: Continue reading T1D and the Zombie Apocalypse (or Let’s eat Espinacs a La Catalana)