Ponderings (Facebook Exit/Return)

My return to Facebook caused a bit of a stir among my friends, especially after my seemingly solid declaration that I was leaving a few weeks ago. One of the best parts was that no one directly asked me what the reasoning behind this maneuver was upon my reappearance; however, I still feel an explanation is desired.

Some of you may call it weakness - the inability to keep myself away for even a couple weeks. You may continue to believe that if you like and I will be the picture of shame in your head, but that is not the truth. If going someplace withdrawn and unusual to find oneself and sort some things out is not shameful, then neither is this.

The problem with Facebook was that it made me feel too good of myself and not at all in a beneficial way. It was encouragingly smothering me and I had to dig my ego out of the horrible mess I willingly subjected myself to. In retrospect, I realize that this was my way of stepping back; I had been so concentrated on all of the little, unimportant things that I was asphyxiating. Thus, relinquishing my “precious” profile for a couple weeks helped me take a deep breath and see just what needed to be revealed to me.

In the end, there are some people that I just can’t let go of and the simplest way to keep in contact is via Facebook. Mind you, these people don’t even live in this country, so please keep your nose-upturning thoughts to yourselves. Anyhow, I realized that I didn’t need to go all out (deleting my profile) in order to achieve previous happiness, but merely had to weed out the people I didn’t care to follow on the magical blue-and-white website anymore. This has undoubtedly been a breath of fresh air for me, an epiphany I am glad I had. So, lessons were learned, thoughts were pondered, and balance has been reinstated.

Thanks for your time. You may shake your head and laugh at me, but these thoughts never came to me while I was being suffocated. I appreciate your jest, at least.

That being said, I will most likely not be posting a whole lot of anything on Facebook and will rather be doing more here on my blog. This is going to be the only place to come and see recent writings (if you really care about that sort of thing) and perhaps little updates from me. I'm sure every once in a while I will post something on Facebook, but don't count on it. Not that you do, anyway.

Again, thanks for your time.

Til next time,
V

Failure

Lately I've been wondering if anyone reads my blog. I'm thinking 100% absolutely not. No one reads it. I have two followers (ooh, two followers!) and I'm pretty certain they only "followed" me out of pity or obligation and that they never care to read what I put out. No matter, though. I don't really care. My life isn't all that interesting and I don't tend to write about it anyway. So if anyone likes random snippets of story ideas, then this blog is for you. Otherwise...I guess just tip your hat and carry on.

It's like a pitiful version of Facebook. Everyone posts statuses and expects everybody else to read them, but let's face it people, that just doesn't happen. Facebook is all about the person who's name is in blue bar at the top right corner of the page. It makes people incredibly self-centered. Instead of posting pictures just because you want to, you post pictures and have an expectation in your head that it "needs" to be "liked" within the first half hour of posting it or else it sucks or you're not pretty or whatever comment you're striving for.

Facebook is a big fat life-waster and ego-inflater. And I absolutely despise it's addictive power.

Yeah.

So I thought, what the heck? What if I posted some of my deepest, darkest thoughts on here? Still, no one would read it. Maybe that's what I should do, though. Since no one pays any mind to these blocky, virtual journal postings, it wouldn't make any difference.

Still, though, I won't do that. If I posted that sort of thing, someone may, by chance or destiny, stumble upon the blog and seriously consider whether I belong in the looney bin.

So, adios, I suppose. I'm sure I'll write soon.

Or probably not.