Enforced Facebook Vacation
Facebook has been driving me a little nuts lately, and with the Country Fair this weekend and the sure-to-follow influx of OCF pictures and posts and where were yoooooous it seemed like a good bet it was going to get worse.
It hurts to be able to see it and not be part of it, and when there aren't posts it hurts to know it's going on and I can only see around the edges of it. Beyond just missing the fun, the fair stuff brings up all kinds of feelings about family and mom and the tradeoffs I'm making in life and the truly sad amount of time I don't spend covered in glitter partying my ass off in the woods. Seriously, what is up with that? What am I even doing in this office? This is not my beautiful house. This is not my beautiful wife. Where is that large automobile? Anyway. Feelings. Facebook. More feelings. It's a vicious cycle.
I wish I could say I have the self control to just walk away. Say 'No thanks, Facebook, no thanks.' But experience shows I do not have that. Fortunately, I have some experience dealing with myself, and a policy for this kind of thing: If you can't have impulse control, develop situation control. I had a friend who is going out of town for two weeks change my password. He'll tell me what it is when he gets back.
So far, it's a relief. Feels quiet. I mean, I probably should have turned off email notifications, and maybe answered some messages first, but sometimes you just gotta run with the idea in the moment. I think it'll be easier to deal with all of that in a lump, later. Or at least it will be not now. And with the crazy that is work and the first week with the new boss (hopefully that will be next week? the transition is dragging) it seems like a healthy time to have a little less noise in the brain.
Maybe I'll even update here a little more. Y'know what this journal could use? Pictures. I'll post some pictures soon.
It hurts to be able to see it and not be part of it, and when there aren't posts it hurts to know it's going on and I can only see around the edges of it. Beyond just missing the fun, the fair stuff brings up all kinds of feelings about family and mom and the tradeoffs I'm making in life and the truly sad amount of time I don't spend covered in glitter partying my ass off in the woods. Seriously, what is up with that? What am I even doing in this office? This is not my beautiful house. This is not my beautiful wife. Where is that large automobile? Anyway. Feelings. Facebook. More feelings. It's a vicious cycle.
I wish I could say I have the self control to just walk away. Say 'No thanks, Facebook, no thanks.' But experience shows I do not have that. Fortunately, I have some experience dealing with myself, and a policy for this kind of thing: If you can't have impulse control, develop situation control. I had a friend who is going out of town for two weeks change my password. He'll tell me what it is when he gets back.
So far, it's a relief. Feels quiet. I mean, I probably should have turned off email notifications, and maybe answered some messages first, but sometimes you just gotta run with the idea in the moment. I think it'll be easier to deal with all of that in a lump, later. Or at least it will be not now. And with the crazy that is work and the first week with the new boss (hopefully that will be next week? the transition is dragging) it seems like a healthy time to have a little less noise in the brain.
Maybe I'll even update here a little more. Y'know what this journal could use? Pictures. I'll post some pictures soon.