Anyhow, after another series of stupid reposts and angry tweets, with zero engagement, I realized my social media was nothing but a giant drain. So I fucking deleted the account. Bye Felicia.
And it was like a giant weight was lifted. You think social media is to escape boredom or engage with people until you realize it’s nothing like that. It’s just a prison.
The first half of my life up to now was like the Oingo Boingo song “Nothing Bad Ever Happens To Me.”
And the past five years or so have been very mellow and peaceful, COVID bullshit and economic turmoil notwithstanding.
But in between… oboy. That was a roller coaster. They say what doesn’t kill your makes you stronger, and that may be. But it also added a shitload of grey hair and set me back massively financially and lifestyle.
But those bad days in between (and they weren’t all bad, by any stretch) made me stronger and wiser. I’m a better person for having persevered through the rough stuff. I’m a lot tougher than I thought.
