Since the start of the year, I had this good thing going with someone. Or at least, I thought I did. I’m really good at that, I realize now, messing things up. I wish I could find a way to fix that fuckup, though. She’s really special. And I bet I could make her deliriously happy. Crappit. I really wanted that one.
The week of the fuckup, I decided to stay away from social media. No Facebook, no Twitter, no Instagram, no anything that requires me to log in and interact with contacts. Well, outside of work email, at least. I didn’t want to see things anymore. I didn’t want to watch my world (read: her) change over the course of my days. It’s this strange feeling of wanting to stop time and preserve everything. My avoidance of social media would be my amber. Here, everything is safe and as they should be. No sudden moves. No changes. No moving on. For now, at least.
Entering my second week of self isolation from likes, comments, hashtags, retweets, DMs, chat alerts, follows, unfollows, emoticons, and “last seen at ___”s, I’ve decided to flip this phobia of the social world into something more productive. Yes, I have decided to gamify my own drama into something positive. And boy, do I love 30 day challenges.
ENTER 30 DAY CHALLENGE: STAYING AWAY FROM LIKES, HASHTAGS, AND ALL THAT JAZZ.
Which brings us to what’s before us now. What you see right here before you is an overly dramatic romantic’s quest to have something to still do on the internet. So, enough with “Instagram that shit”. Let’s fucking blog shit. This is me kicking it ol’ skool, goin’ back to mah roots, and chronicling my every day outside of where everybody else is: Facebook.
At the moment, I feel this weird sense of freedom in my self-imposed solitary confinement. I don’t know what’s going on in people’s lives, I have no idea who’s having a birthday today, I can’t relate to the latest meme going around, and THE GIRL (that heavenly body that my heart stubbornly continues to gravitate towards) remains preserved as who she was from last week to day one. Nothing changes. I have found a way to control the universe. I am awesome.
If you’ve found me, stay awhile. Check back on me everyday. I’ll be putting stuff in here for at least 3 more weeks. Get to read something funny. See how arrogant and stubborn I can be. Laugh at how much I’m in denial. Find out just how much of a hipster I am. Maybe even comment and give me advice on things. Lord knows I need a lot of that. Or just see if I do make it to 30 days without losing (what’s left of) my sanity.
(Quick share: this is a bad picture taken just outside a small park where she once sang to me. Cheesy memory, but a memory nonetheless. You can tell by now that most of what I’ll be writing will be about her. You can probably also tell by now how much I’m in denial. What can I do? My heart IS still in love. Oh well.)