Mmrrrrrr.
A few weeks ago, I decided that Facebook and I were incompatible, so I left. Off I went with my digital equivalent of another suitcase in another hall.
The reason, more than anything else was that I am ( officially now, I got certificates and everything ) mad. As such, being surrounded by terrible things wasn't helping the madness. I tried to go back, with a new profile, but, perhaps unsurprisingly, it didn't help.
I am sad about this because there are many people I care about and love on Facebook, but it's too full of stuff that makes me want to either die or kill. And it's ultimately unfilterable for all of that. The people I am friends with are thinkers, by and large and they quite rightly have Things to Say about the world. I cannot ask them to filter me out of all of that.
But I can't take more Boris Johnson, Ian Duncan fucking Smith et al. I will end up traveling to Downing street with a hammer, some knives and a home made pipe bomb and taking myself and them out in a spectacular humanity fueled Media Event.
So I am back here.
In other news, my Doctors have ballsed up my prescription for my antidepressant, and I am currently going through a bit of withdrawal. It has taken ages to type this much because I have to keep going back to fix all the typos ( But I think that LJ encourages this, and it's a good thing. It's less immediate than FB so one is in less of a hurry to announce things to the world. ) I wanted to though, because my brane is currently in a very terrified place, thanks to said lack of drugs and being horribly down in any case.
Last week, we lost Kia, the widest cat in the world, and I am finding it hard to deal with. Posie, a cat I had since she was kitten with Mary ( and who lives with her now ) is also very ill, and I am hoping every day that she gets better. I love her dearly, and am finding the thought of her in distress very hard to bear.
Also someone has been in our back garden, twice tonight. I heard them and saw someone there, but both times I went out they scarpered. It was, frankly a bit scary, but they weren't exactly ninja like in their approach. Cue me, a torch and a big spanner.
Also cue an adrenaline rush which means the sleep that was eluding me earlier and was just talking around the subject of visiting me at around four am has decided not to bother and has moved on to someone else.
Probably the bastard trying to break in.
The reason, more than anything else was that I am ( officially now, I got certificates and everything ) mad. As such, being surrounded by terrible things wasn't helping the madness. I tried to go back, with a new profile, but, perhaps unsurprisingly, it didn't help.
I am sad about this because there are many people I care about and love on Facebook, but it's too full of stuff that makes me want to either die or kill. And it's ultimately unfilterable for all of that. The people I am friends with are thinkers, by and large and they quite rightly have Things to Say about the world. I cannot ask them to filter me out of all of that.
But I can't take more Boris Johnson, Ian Duncan fucking Smith et al. I will end up traveling to Downing street with a hammer, some knives and a home made pipe bomb and taking myself and them out in a spectacular humanity fueled Media Event.
So I am back here.
In other news, my Doctors have ballsed up my prescription for my antidepressant, and I am currently going through a bit of withdrawal. It has taken ages to type this much because I have to keep going back to fix all the typos ( But I think that LJ encourages this, and it's a good thing. It's less immediate than FB so one is in less of a hurry to announce things to the world. ) I wanted to though, because my brane is currently in a very terrified place, thanks to said lack of drugs and being horribly down in any case.
Last week, we lost Kia, the widest cat in the world, and I am finding it hard to deal with. Posie, a cat I had since she was kitten with Mary ( and who lives with her now ) is also very ill, and I am hoping every day that she gets better. I love her dearly, and am finding the thought of her in distress very hard to bear.
Also someone has been in our back garden, twice tonight. I heard them and saw someone there, but both times I went out they scarpered. It was, frankly a bit scary, but they weren't exactly ninja like in their approach. Cue me, a torch and a big spanner.
Also cue an adrenaline rush which means the sleep that was eluding me earlier and was just talking around the subject of visiting me at around four am has decided not to bother and has moved on to someone else.
Probably the bastard trying to break in.