It’s been a long time since I’ve had some time to sit down at my computer and craft a well-thought-out blog post. But let’s be honest…my posts have never been well thought out. Nor have they been what anyone could consider crafted. Usually it’s a random blathering of thoughts expunged through my fingertips through the processor, appearing magically before my eyes on the screen like some sort of new age wizardry. And I accept and embrace that wholeheartedly.
I could take to these pages to tell you about last weekend, after grocery shopping and feeling ravenous, that instead of waiting for my dinner to be cooked (a mere 45) minutes, I went to the store, bought a bag of Doritos, promptly ate half of the bag, and then went to McDonald’s, and ate a double-quarter pounder with cheese, and THEN ate my entire dinner — a medium-sized pizza. I could tell you about that, but then the guilt starts. But let me tell you now…I.am.not.even.the.least.bit.ashamed. A boy’s gotta eat.
I could tell you about the problems I’m having at work — feeling bored, unchallenged, all of those things. But in the larger scheme of things, it’s all sort of moot because I have a job.
I could wax poetically about how this Wednesday, my cat is going to live in a new home. And honestly, I’m a little torn by it, as I’ve been the only parent kitty has ever had. He’s been my buddy through thick and thin…and he’s really a good cat. I just am not home anymore due to work and other responsibilities I have that I don’t feel it’s fair to him to be stuck at home all day by himself. He’s going to a family that will have a lot more time to be able to care for him. But that will make me weep — so I won’t talk about that. Maybe in another post — about two years from now, when I finally get the desire to post again.
No, today I’m writing about my recent Facebook free month I self-imposed.
A little history:
I’ve been on Facebook since I think 2006? 2007? I don’t remember. It’s been so long. I’ve submitted my photos, I shared whimsical updates, I shared statuses and the like…but I found that all these years later, a few election cycles later, and constant click-baiting by other websites, it just got to be too much. People with whom I was acquainted in real life and then Facebook friends would post things that showed their true colors more than anything. I suppose bravo to them for being so incredibly brave to say those things…but I was always taught that sometimes it’s better to be seen and not heard, and if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. Plus EVERYONE has an opinion on everything.
An innocuous type post, one designed to be positive and happy, could be completely tainted because Joe Schmoe in PoDunk, PoDunkia decides they either don’t like what you’re saying or don’t have any idea what you’re talking about, but feel the need to respond. Why? I don’t know.
Case in point. I had posted an article on Facebook talking about a recent breakthrough in a disease and the promising signs of research. I posted the link, and simply wrote above it : Progress. Encouraging news!
Well, Suzy Shithead came along five seconds later and posted something to the effects of “Don’t get too excited. This disease is hard to beat, and no one has done it yet. There’s probably a reason it’s here to stay.”
Okay, okay, okay…stop the train. WHY must she be so negative? I mean — I was excited. As someone who suffers from said disease, I couldn’t fathom why she needed to be so cruel. Is it because she has the safety of her computer to hide behind? Most likely. I mean, it seems like more and more people are willing to say absolutely bat-shit bonker things when they can hide behind their computer screen. They don’t have to put a human face on anything — tragedy or otherwise.
I guess the point here is that I do my best to radiate light — random mumbo jumbo stuff. You know, support people, build them up, help them succeed…that it’s hard for me to understand why people feel the need to project negativity and anger out in the world.
That’s just one instance — but it was enough that I was like, you know what? I need to take a step back and disconnect. So I put up an unplugged message, changed my cover photo, and said goodbye to Facebook. I gave my contact information on my cover image in case anyone needed to get a hold of me. And then — my month-long sabbatical began.
At first it was difficult. At first, I would find myself out of habit typing in the URL on my computer when things were slow. I would never log in…I’d get as far as the log in screen and go, “Oh, yeah, I’m not doing that!” And over time, it just got easier and easier. I found myself occupying my time with other things — Japanese class, writing, spending quality time with my boyfriend and friends, working out (so I can have double quarter pounders with cheese and pizzas on the same night) and just not being tied to my computer all the time.
It was liberating. It is liberating in a way. I find myself not really caring what’s going on in the world of Facebook. I consider myself well-informed enough that if a story happens that is important, I’ll catch it on a news site, through conversation, et cetera. But Facebook seemed to just be a huge time waster. I didn’t really need to be there for my life to continue to happen. Unplugging wasn’t really unplugging at all…it was just removing an obstacle from the things that I actually enjoy.
Interesting side note – I have over 1,200 friends on Facebook. Out of the 1,200 that I have and am not in regular contact with, guess how many actually took the time to reach out to me and say something? If you said zero, you would be correct. I found that to be interesting, honestly. Not one single person felt the need to reach out outside of the book of Face in order to see if I was alive or dead. Perspective.
My self-imposed sabbatical is up on Tuesday. Will I return to Facebook? Maybe. I’m sure my Farmville crops are dead (just kidding, I don’t play Farmville…Bubble Witch Saga 2 is the way to go!). I’m sure there are a few messages I may need to respond to, or invites…but the thing is…I don’t really care or need it. I mean, if I have it, great. If not, great. It feels good to be able to get back to what it is I like to do — which is live my life, and not be glued to watching other people’s prepackaged presentations of how wonderful their life is or could be.
Mine is pretty great without all of those distractions, and 9183013091098 likes.
Thanks for reading! I’ll chat with you soon.