June 30th, 2018
I think there are people out there that are terribly addicted to being online in social sites (Twitter, Facebook, etc).
I’m going on … what? … two months? Three months completely offline except for this journal. I deactivated Instagram, facebook, and twitter. I rarely watch the news but I do put on NPR to hear what’s happening in the world from time to time.
The thing is: when I told my sister I was detoxing from being on these social sites, she had no response.
When I told a friend that emailed me after noticing I wasn’t on any of the sites anymore — odd that he would see that all the social sites were deactivated; as if he was looking for me. I told him that was nice — he had no further response and that was a month ago.
It’s almost as if, when you tell someone who is always online that you are leaving that addictive setup, they can’t comprehend and leave you alone.
I’m still reachable by phone. Hell, I even sent my sister a text that she never responded to. That’s a few weeks ago.
Damned if you do. Damned if you don’t. Pariah online and pariah offline. It doesn’t matter. Who will I share the success of my graduation with? Probably just the one or two available children I have, my wife and this journal. We shall see. Tune in one year and 8 months from now.
On another note, I hate to say it, but I feel like writing. Like, another book.
I’ll ignore that feeling. Very sad about that.
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