Last year when I was winding up my bricks and mortar shop, I had alot going on in the background with elderly parents in crisis and having to move, it was a perfect storm of shit that I had to handle largely on my own - have lovely friends but they have their own lives.
I used Facebook alot for marketing - weirdly the more I posted, the fewer customers turned up, they just ooh-ed and aah-ed virtually and supportively, but didn't actually come and buy stuff.
So I put up a post offering my stock as a job lot, very succinct, bargain price - I just needed it gone - explaining I was under time and space constraints, not to mention just about down to my last nerve.
The responses and comments drove me to distraction.
"Oh no, I love your shop, why are you closing?"
"Why don't you re-locate to X location?"
"Have you thought about putting it on Ebay?"
"Have you thought about putting things on Vinted?"
"You should try TikTok"
"I'll list it all for you, anything to help"
"Try local auction houses"
"Start a Go Fund Me"
Honestly people couldn't grasp that I hadn't just woken up one morning and thought "Nah, don't fancy earning a living any more, I'll just throw in the towel" and I had tried absolutely everything before running out of money and having enough hours in the day to juggle both sick parents and downsize a four bed house into a one bed flat.
Honestly Facebook is like a parallel Universe. It's like people read a post but between the text and their eyes the Babel Fish translates it into something completely different.
I got told off for responding to one bloke very snippily as he relentlessly went on about all the different ways I could approach the disposal of my stock, because he might have been ND, even though I first explained politely I'd explored all other options, then slightly more firmly, then asked him to stop commenting as it was taking over the comments section and I was missing vaguely helpful comments.
A year later it's all in a friends basement, and I have two storage units of stuff, because trying to sell anything becamesuch a trial I nearly set fire to everything.
"Anyone want this reasonably priced and objectively attractive piece of vintage furniture?"
"Ooh yes, I'll have it. I get paid on Friday, I'll come at 11. Or maybe 12. Would it fit in my Robin Reliant? Can you deliver? Oh, it's 3pm on the day I said I'd come, but now I can't afford it as my house fell down"......
Aaaaaaarghhhhhhh.