August 14: the last day I spent time surfing Facebook. That
makes two weeks now. Overall, I’ve been less anxious as a baseline. Two weeks
have brought a sense of breaking up behaviour patterns—what for a while (possibly
years) has appeared to be an obsession or “soft addiction”. There is more free
time, where free has a real meaning of
independence whenever it is invested in quality pursuits. They can be experienced
for themselves, completely apart for making a post/status to get “likes” or
notification for a little, jolting high from the attention-seeking. Some older
interests, creativity, and activities have slowly started to resurface, including
that elusive thing called physical exercise.
This break is supposed to end after the 31st, but
I don’t think I want to go back—at least, not for another while. There are things
(read: people) I miss due to
convenience, but I don’t at all miss the site in the depths, all things
considered. It hasn’t been long enough: these
past two weeks have felt like only a beginning. How about a whole month, a few
months, a year, or more?
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