« Back to blog

1

It may have been the Four Loko (or the bottle of whiskey) that prompted our decision to deactivate our Facebook accounts for a 30 day stretch. Story of our lives, right?

Today (2010/11/4) was an oddity; I didn't wake up and login to Facebook, hoping with every fiber of my being that my eyes would alight on a little red notification bubble. I'd done this every morning upon rising for the past who-knows-how-long, going clickety-clack on my laptop before hitting the bathroom to wash my face or brush my teeth. Gross, kind of - and more than a little pathetic. It's begged the question for me, why? I'm big on motivation, behind the scenes gear-work; what's the big pull, then? The illusion that through fiberoptics and LCDs I'm actually actively connecting myself to the people in my "Friends" list? This has not been the case, not one bit. More often than not I find myself inertly clicking F5 in my web browser to refresh the news feed, to read about things that (in the grand schema) don't really matter at all. What makes it worse in my head is that I'd actually been interested - moreso than that, to the point of intrigue, genuine concern -  to hear about happenings in the lives of people that (now, I see) have absolutely nothing at all to do with me; folks that I'll likely never run into again for the duration of my time on this planet. My buddy Such would say that all that's "for the birds" - but I'm pretty sure duke's account is still active. I say, cast all that aside; why is it that we revel in not having our feet firmly planted in reality, in faux-involvement with  the tantalizing flavor of the week?

Why are we doing this? To find out, I guess; to see if we can stay away, to see if for just a moment in time we can step away from the consumption junction that is what our daily lives have become. I'm not sure what our aspirations are, but I'm sure they'll reveal themselves in due time. I'd hate to find I've given up Facebook only to poke people in real life, to find myself saying things like "Raymond De Jesus likes your comment."

Catspeed, brethren. This is day one.