BIL is about to dislocate a shoulder patting himself on the back.
BIL is the managing editor of a a small newspaper. Last Thursday, he posted on FB about a story he worked that really 'made a difference' and how journalism was one of the few ways you could really change the world through your career. Read the story on Sunday!
On Saturday, a reminder to read the story on Sunday!
On Sunday, he posts the story, and yes, he did a very nice thing. Someone contacted him about a headstone they found behind an old storage shed at the local cemetery. For some reason, it had never been placed on the grave where it belonged, probably because the 40 year old account for that grave showed a $50 balance due. The caller was even more outraged that the grave and stone belonged to a WWII veteran. So BIL called the cemetery manager and arranged to have the headstone placed on the grave, and paid the $50 debt. Yes, a kind and considerate thing to do.
On Monday, he posts asking how we all liked the story.
On Tuesday, he re-posts the story for people who couldn't read it the first time.
I know that he does this because he is really insecure and needs a constant flow of attaboys to get by. It's kind of sad. It's also very
to have my feed littered with this stuff. I'm starting to develop a cycle for his posts - in about 3 weeks we'll be due for another 'no woman will ever love me' posts, which will of course trigger the flood of 'Oh, you're such a great guy, you'll find someone'. 2 weeks after that will be an extreme post on a hot political topic, and 3 weeks later some sentimental glurge about his dogs. Then it will be time for another humblebrag, and we'll start all over. Hmm, maybe I could make it into a Bingo game?