I've not read the full thread, but it's threads like this that make me feel like outing myself, and asking all the miserable fuckers on here to please delete me on Facebook if you recognise me.
I use Facebook as a virtual diary - I have journaled my experience with cancer, immigrating, the lives and achievements of my children, and the time I 'lost' my skirt in the cinema in full view of rows J-Z.
I'm just as likely to post about how miserable being bald made me as I am to post brag about the 30kgs I lost two years ago, or the fact that I stayed in a beautiful prestigious motel by myself, just for the hell of it! And guess what? Because the people on my Facebook are actually my friends, and seem to quite like me(!?), they are supportive, excited for/with me, and funnily enough, I like and respect them enough to appreciate their achievements, excitements and yes, their downfalls too.
I suppose I'm either just lucky or discerning enough to have Facebook friends whose posts don't 'sicken' me, and who seem quite favourable towards mine too.
As has been said many many times, Facebook isn't compulsory, and has many ways to filter what you see, so why not grow the fuck up about it, take some responsibility and stop moaning about something which is completely within your control. Or maybe you've nothing more important to concern yourself with, and enjoy begrudging other people's good times?