I’m on a Facebook strike again.
The food pictures, the location-marking, the memes, it’s all got to go. Your friends are devolving into boring mush…at least when I was insane, I was entertaining. This type of crazy I’m talking about is the crazy of middling, where if anyone were honest with themselves about who they have become would stick a pistol in their mouth.
Hell, I bore myself. I shouldn’t add to that collective pain that urges us to be noticed.
So begins my Facebook fast-how long it will go on, I do not know. I may only last days, but I hope to get a few months in. I don’t even use it right-I have blocked so many annoying people that all I get constantly is the borderline psychosis of magazines like Salon, who don’t like editors.
This means I will be blogging some more. Hooray for my one constant reader! For now, I will just do some more railing against religion and making fun of politicians who piss me off. Just like I did with Facebook…I just don’t want to be constantly tweaking the nose of what’s left of the hollowed out shells I call(ed) friends. Here, you have a choice-you even get to tell me off when I am wrong-which is against good FB etiquette, and a good as reason as any to get the hell off it since no one says what they really think.
Facebook delenda est! Let’s have a conversation, a good one.