I can’t. I just can’t. I can’t take it anymore. The whining; the attention whoring; the wasting of hours and hours of a lifetime, I just can’t. Some how in the last eight or so years, Mark Zuckerberg has talked us into the idea that we need his app. That we cannot wait in a grocery line without checking his app. That we cannot sit at a dinner or a hockey game together without checking his app.

That his app takes more priority than connecting with the real people or the real situations in front of us. I just can’t.

I don’t know what the final straw was. Perhaps the constant political rhetoric that benefits your point of view; people living their lives according to meme’s; the attention whoring selfies of girls who sit in the gyms with their cameras ready to go, lips pouting, ass sticking out, barely clothed. Ya know what sluts? I don’t care how much you lift. At all. Put some fucking clothes on and just train. I enjoy training videos of friends kicking total ass in the gym and celebrating their hard work. If that’s ALL that were on the Facebook, I’m game.

If ALL posts on the Facebook were positive, people celebrating each other; cute baby photo’s and videos of panda bears playing I’m on board. If ALL posts were like my PNW friend’s Big Daddy and his wife, Devil Ang telling each other how thankful they are for each other (plus Big Daddy’s training videos) I’m there. If ALL we could see on the Facebook were real I’m all for it.

But it’s not, or at least, the majority of it isn’t. It’s mean spirited; keyboard warriors hiding behind socially accepted cyber bullying who’s motto is “IF YOU’RE NOT FOR US, YOU’RE AGAINST US AND NOW WE’RE COMING AFTER YOU!” Hey, remember the time it wasn’t okay to go through life like that? I do. Most adults in their early 20’s don’t. We’ve done that. We’ve shown young adults that they’re too young to be adults and to live entitled and offended at every turn of life.

We’ve taught them that standards are bad. That respectful debate has no part in having an opinion. You disagree with me? Bring on the meme’s. You can say that gay marriage is good but I can’t say gay marriage is bad. My opinion makes me a homophobe. No, I don’t believe gay marriage is the ruination of America, but I DO believe that the Gay Lobby is nearly as powerful as the Pharm Lobby and has ruined good people in it’s wake, just as the Christian Right Lobby has. Newsflash people, your methods are the same. You’re just too caught up in argument to know it. Send out a meme to make your point.

I can’t.

I can’t read about people with really good lives bitch about them. I can’t read about people with a lot of talent put themselves down. I can’t read about unhealthy people not feeling well but refusing to get strong and change their food.

Enough. I’m out…peace YO!

So imagine my surprise last night when Matt said that I had a message from a friend on my FB page? Ummmm, no, I deactivated it. He says, no it’s there. Ummmmm, whut? So I guess even when you try to get out, the Facebook crew decides they don’t like it and reactivate your account.

Sit on that a bit people. You’re okay with that? I’m not okay with that. So I deactivated again, we’ll see how long that sticks.

I have a phone. I have an e-mail. My home even accepts US Mail so go ahead and send me a letter, I love letters! If people in my life think I’m unreachable because I’ve signed off the FB, then you’re in deeper than you thought. OH! I even have an Instagram and Oooooooo, the attention whoring is x1000 on the Instagram. The difference is that the negativity is held to a minimum, in fact, it’s pretty damn rare. And I like that. I can block the stupid girls who troll the internet for dates with their pictures and even the valid training systems who only use scantily clad andro babes as their marketing tools. Whatev dudes.

But the Facebook? Fuck off. I’ve let you steal hours of my life and watch you do the same to my loved ones. There are many times where I view the Facebook as “the other woman.” Think I’m exaggerating? Watch how many times a day your partners/children/co-workers faces are shoved into their phones.

So. Fucking. Done.

I like the idea of isolation, I like the idea of solitude. You can be connected and have a phone and still be lonely.

Paul Theroux