When my small humans say they’re bored, I usually say something like, “Only boring people get bored.”
Today, then, I am boring.
It’s day 2 of no Facebook or Twitter and day 4 or 5 of no dairy. I’ve lost track. Basically I want to write my thoughts on how I’m feeling as I do this because I tend to forget everything and think whatever I’m feeling at the moment is what I’ve always felt.
Feel depressed? Yes! All my life, all the time.
Feel amazing? YES! AND I WILL ALWAYS FEEL AMAZING FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. GET OUT OF MY WAY WHILE I VOMIT GLITTER EVERYWHERE.
Anyway, feel free to skip these posts and admire Mr. Pipe Smoker up there.
I’ve found that without constantly checking social media, I’ve felt empty. I can’t believe I’m even admitting this, but I told you I had become addicted. Now I feel l like a beaten down person in a crumpled white button down shirt eye balling the stale donuts while I confess my sins at the podium of the AA meeting. Except it’s a social media addicts anonymous meeting. So, SMAA. And I can’t eat the donuts either.
Hi, my name is Carrieblueberry and I’m addicted to social media. It’s been 2 days since my last tweet or Facebook status, unless you count the automatic posting of my Flickr photo, but that’s for my business so it doesn’t count. I’ve had 6,435 thoughts that I thought would make excellent tweets and then had an argument with myself about why I thought anyone would even care. I liken Twitter to a bunch of people yelling out the window and sometimes they answer each other back.
So, why do I feel that need to yell my randomness? Because it’s fun! But it’s pointless! So what?! Someone might care! No one will care!
This argument went on for quite awhile.
Then I took a nap. It was my 2nd one of the day. Because I feel utterly boring today.
I’ve tried to think of something to do and nothing sounds remotely interesting. I think it’s contagious because my smallest human was so bored that he volunteered to shuck 12 ears of corn.
I also had major cheese cravings today. That is also terribly boring, but worth noting because I’ll be glad when that stops. I really want this to work. I want energy and clarity of thought.
I’ve done quite a bit of sitting and just staring out the window. I alternated between feeling like a zen master and someone catatonic, 5 seconds from drooling on myself.
I know this experiment might seem really dumb, but I’m really interested to see how limiting the constant flow of other people’s voices affects my brain and creativity.
I’ll keep you posted.