I HAVE been trying to ditch Facebook a while but my efforts never stick for more than two days. I would post farewells on Facebook, and they would usually be Simpsons related. Something like:
This bird’s gonna fly!
Or a meme expressing addiction:
But of course I never leave Facebook for long. What can you expect when you seek the likes and comments from friends because of that decision? After two days I wonder what my friends think about the meme.
Is it clever?
Does it have any likes?
Did that girl I never speak to in real life comment on it?
Has my uncle Barry invited me to play the Pirates of the Carribean game for the 16th time?
Dammit. I need that one last hit before I really quit.
This was to be my final hit, but let’s be clear about this. There’s final hits and final hits. What kind was this to be? – Mark “Rent-boy” Renton (Trainspotting)
Yesterday morning I read a Brisbane Times article about 99 Days of Freedom. And before giving my FB-junkie side of my brain a chance to rationalise, I signed on. Without realising it until it was too late, I gave the program the rights to publish a clock countdown on my Facebook wall.
I couldn’t back out. I couldn’t even post one more meme on my wall.
Damn you pride.
It’s only been a day and a half since leaving Facebook, and it’s been hard. My method of storytelling in my daily life has been influenced. When I finish reading a book, I add it to my collection of favourite books on social media. This morning I finished reading book 5 of the Wheel of Time (more than 1000 pages) and I couldn’t even brag about it.
I can’t say I hated Dawn of the Planet of the Apes.
I can’t post the news articles I’ve had published lately, and some of my best work has been released the last week.
I can’t test any of my witty jokes, or declare that I bought an iced-coffee.
I can’t say I discovered an a capella metal band from Germany which does Metallica and Iron Maiden covers.
So many great thoughts and I can’t post them as soon as I think on them. But that’s one of the unexpected benefits of this exercise. I’d expected more time to spend making casseroles from Men’s Health recipes. I didn’t imagine I could be so reflective. It’s like my brain now thinks clever thoughts beyond quick lines to post to generate reaction.
But I need one last fix. And so I will write my thoughts of the last day and a half usually reserved for statuses. There’s less of a chance you’ll read them, and you can’t like them, but I need to get them out my system.
Posting Facebook statuses was never about you. It was always about me and how I expressed myself to you. I know. Selfish! It should never have become that way.
Is it better to go to work with a hangover, or when you’re drunk? #Dilemma or some other shitty hashtag
Holy amaze-balls! I’ve just discovered an a Capella version of Fear of the Dark. Feeling sweeeeeet! 🙂
The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and go, and after many of these bloody ages I have finished Book 5.
Dawn of the Planet of the Apes 2/4. I fell asleep through it like it was midnight instead.
Hey! Does anyone else think Gary Oldman looks a lot like Bryan Cranston?
Bought the movie Lawrence of Arabia from Woolworths. This might well be the best $7 I ever spent.
I like ice coffee.
And a meme for old times sake: