I have deleted my facebook. I know this bares no weight on any one’s life but my own. I am slowly erasing my virtual existence. Although, since this site exists I suppose I am not entirely dissolving from the cyber landscape.
Every time I start up my computer and I slide the cursor over to the URL bar to type in the site I want to visit and get lost in, I can’t help but begin to type facebo….then I get upset. I don’t know where to direct my anger, should I be pissed off that I have logged into that site so many times that it has now become an act of muscle memory, or should I be upset with the people I stalk or who are better known as my “friends”.
Lets be realistic. I only care about the well being of maybe a handful of people…maybe. Otherwise I am just taking a glimpse into the lives of others as I internally scrutinize what they are doing. “Jane Stein is so over it <3″. who gives a fuck? I do. As I sit and call Jane a worthless bitch. It’s all incredibly unhealthy, thus I am returning to the real world or whatever the real world is in 2010. Hopefully, more appealing than the virtual one I have recently left. If not I am fucked and so are you.
Now all I need to do is get a land line for a phone and I’ll almost be a person again. Who knows maybe I’ll go all out and pick up a hobby, start collecting and what not. Showing people the useless crap I call treasure, just to keep myself busy and out of other people’s lives. Jokes. But seriously phone line; it’s happening.