So I decided to give up on Facebook...I think anyway. I still have a profile, but so far I have managed to successfully stay away for over 24 hours. Anyone who knows me well enough knows that I'm addicted to scrolling through the endless, monotonous, idiotic posts so being able to make it over a day without checking it is a pretty sizable achievement.
The only reason I don't delete it entirely is because I need it to use Spotify. Eventually, I'd like to give up on that, too, due to the abysmal pittance they pay per play. It's something like less than one cent. I remember when I was in music school and we were learning about record contracts and the like and we learned that, after all was said and done, the song writer(s) got a whopping eight cents per album sold. Eight cents! Mind you, when I was in music school itunes was in its infancy, let alone something like Pandora (and youtube didn't exist yet then, either!) Until we live in my Marxist utopia I just feel that artists should be fairly compensated for their work. And no, 'exposure' doesn't count. You can't pay your bills with 'exposure'.
Anyway, back to the self imposed Facebook prohibition...I realized that it was drastically affecting my mood. Last week, I was in a depressive spell and I noticed that scrolling through Facebook only made it worse. There's only so many pictures of babies or food and status updates about crossfit or marathon times that I can take. I guess it just reminds me of where I am not in my life and reinforces to me this idea of where a woman of my age should be. People I went to high school with are buying houses, having families, etc. Now, I don't ever want to own property and we all know I'm not the family type, but I guess being bombarded with such images makes me feel even more alienated than I already do.
(also, clothes from high school still fit. Win.)
There is also the rampant spreading of misinformation that goes on. I mean, doesn't anyone research anything before hitting re-post? It's like fucking herpes. It never goes away. And using logic and facts doesn't help. I mean, you'd think it would, facts being facts and all, but it doesn't. It's like arguing with a Creationist.
And the piss poor grammar! Oh my god the piss poor grammar!!
So I had to just walk away.
And you know what? I'm not half as depressed or irritable as I've been. I guess I could be going into mania, but I'm going to be optimistic and think it's because of leaving a large chunk of social media to the wayside.
I want to take a new set. I wish I could magic a photographer out of thin air. Like, if I rubbed an enchanted camera and a photographer popped out. Photographer genie!! But as with all genies I'd have to be annoyingly specific, lest I end up with pictures of donkeys when I said I wanted good 'ass shots'.
Someone come take my picture! hehe.
