I've had a few people ask if I'm going to re-enable my facebook account after a certain period of time...to answer that, let me tell you about a friend of mine.
This cat was way in to the book of face. He never really felt popular in high school (or since), so to re-connect with so many high school friends who thought he was now the shit was euphoric. And it just snowballed from there. He wasn't the best farmer, but by god he made his presence known in Farmville. And if there was a way to grow weed in Farmville and sell it in Mafiaville, he would have done it. He was that in to it.
This guy was hooked. He'd get up in the morning, check Facebook from his smartphone while he was taking his morning dump. Make sure he poked a few people before getting his shower. Poke a few more on the way to work. Then, he'd have to let the world know how well his fitness journey was going. He tried to quit a few times. Then people would throw guilt trips on him, not intentionally mind you. And he had such a hard time letting people down that he stayed on. Stayed hooked. It was killing him, but people didn't really know it.
There were a couple of warnings at work. The bosses told him to lay off Facebook. But he still couldn't give it up.
I felt bad for him. It really was, in many ways, an addiction.
It still is.
But I know for a fact that he's quit it.
It sounds kind of pathetic doesn't it?
I'm sure you're sitting there thinking that you don't know anyone like that.
But you do.
That guy was me...is me.
The Facebook is an addiction for me. I know that now. I could go back to it. And I might make it, for a while...but I won't. It's not worth it to me. I have written more in the past 3 weeks than I have in the past 3 months.
It feels good.
And I'm glad I did it.
To those of you that followed me over here from Facebook and are along with me for the ride over here, thank you. I truly appreciate your support.
But know this...I'm not going back to Facebook. It's like telling the alcoholic that you liked them better when they were drinking...whether it's true or not...and you have to know...I'm not upset. I just can't go back. So...here's where I'll be hanging. Welcome. I can almost assure you that I'm more of myself over here than I ever was on Facebook.
And that's all I have to say about that.
And dude...this has been a fucking crazy week!
It's been almost 3 months now since I started the new job. And I still love it.
It was all going crazy today and I was smiling. I love my new job. :-)
Alright. I'm due for another beer (yeah, Brew-Stirs is still open with the power out). So I'm going to finish it. And when the power's on, I'll post this.
Have a great night!
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