I was in a tough place. I was addicted to social media.
When I say "social media," I'm talking specifically Facebook. Even now, the word sends chills down my spine and sweat to my palms.
I was in back alleyways offering blowjobs for status updates. (Back alleyways = private groups, blowjobs = likes.)
Even after the 50 days I've been off of it, I have a hard time mentioning it by name.... as if whispering it aloud will invite it back into my life.
...I'd rather say Beetlejuice three times.
...Or invite a vampire in my home.
...Or drink a bloody mary (all equally terrifying).
So from now on, I will refer to it as "SM." Because I have boundaries, dammit.
Pete Holmes once had a great joke about the unnamed evil.
He questions what he did before it:
I vaguely remember actively participating in my life. I truly observed, enjoyed, hugged.
Now, it feels as if placing those deep and meaningful things onto a 2 dimensional platform, has made them (wait for it....) shallow. One might say... two dimensional?
So how do we reclaim our time? Do people even want to?
For me it's taken my time away from BaceFook to realize the hard truth of it all:
The sole reason SM exists is because someone saw financial potential in turning me and kids I went to high school with into a word of mouth marketing scam that I didn't realize I was signing up for.
It's crazy ironic since my password is "sucker4lyfe."
So how do I take my power back?
I'm off of SM, and focusing on honest to goodness people that want me around.
I am signing up for email lists that I want to receive.
I am asking people to sign up for my email list.
I realize I'm going to lose a lot of people. But hopefully the extra time I have will be available to better connect with the ones that follow.
Side note: I have 3 pretty major projects coming out within the next 6-9 months. To hear about those and everything else I'm doing, please sign up for my email list by clicking this link. Thanks for being you, and I hope to hear from ya.
