For me, I notice these little rubs on fb as the skin of my mind that bruises when something hits it. The pain is not in fb but in me. Fb just shows me the sensitive skin of my mind, and it is there that I can see its need to be liked and the pain of being disliked. But it is just mind, and I don’t mind it. When I mind the rub, then I am applying a second pain to the original rub. The first rub rubs me again, and that is the rub that sticks in time, not the first.
As I age my skin becomes very sensitive to bumps from doors and edges, and a bruises appear like ink blot tattoos . But I just go on as the bruises come and go, for it is just skin. I am not my skin. I am that who sloughs the skin.