Removing
I just deleted a TON of my comms. A lot of stuff I love, and that were moderated by my friends. I just can't handle the amount anymore. I feel like I spend hours just trying to sift through stuff. So I just deleted them. I'm gonna see how it works out. But I foresee the removal of many more.
No friend removals though. I have no plans to delete people, just comms. Please don't be upset if I've left your comm, I'm still reading your stuff.
In other news, my head has hurt for three days straight. With no sign of relief. And eating is starting to feel like a chore. I feel like I'm just not getting enough human contact. Facebook and Livejournal have turned me into a disgusting little hermit. Pretending I have friends if I post on their walls, or comment on their notes. I am not enjoying this side of life.
I have things to do, but no will to do them. Well, that's not entirely true. No ideas. None whatsoever. This whole focusing thing is much harder to do than I anticipated.
I have, however, found a way to fight myself. A way to keep myself busy. Starting, well, now, every time I feel whiny/loney/angry/spiteful/jealous/hurt/disgusted/slighted I'm going to write or read. Perhaps both, if one fails or does not work to my satisfaction. This is so if I still feel like any/all of the previously mentioned feelings, I can at least feel smug in my very small increase in intellect. Smugness will buy me some time.
No friend removals though. I have no plans to delete people, just comms. Please don't be upset if I've left your comm, I'm still reading your stuff.
In other news, my head has hurt for three days straight. With no sign of relief. And eating is starting to feel like a chore. I feel like I'm just not getting enough human contact. Facebook and Livejournal have turned me into a disgusting little hermit. Pretending I have friends if I post on their walls, or comment on their notes. I am not enjoying this side of life.
I have things to do, but no will to do them. Well, that's not entirely true. No ideas. None whatsoever. This whole focusing thing is much harder to do than I anticipated.
I have, however, found a way to fight myself. A way to keep myself busy. Starting, well, now, every time I feel whiny/loney/angry/spiteful/jealous/hurt/disgusted/slighted I'm going to write or read. Perhaps both, if one fails or does not work to my satisfaction. This is so if I still feel like any/all of the previously mentioned feelings, I can at least feel smug in my very small increase in intellect. Smugness will buy me some time.