No offense, but as I look back on these last few months, you all weren’t the people I wanted to spend my time with. I am not sure it was really even conscious, but I just didn’t really want to be around people. Virtual or otherwise. Nothing personal, it wasn’t you. It was me.
My life was chaotic and I was drowning in a lot of changes, nothing horrific or earth shattering, but in total it was just a lot. And I realized that FB was exhausting me emotionally. I was also tired of feeling unproductive after getting lost in social media quicksand. I was bored with the carefully crafted images and ramblings of people who create new identities and talk loudly without saying anything of substance (not you, of course).
I also realized the minutes I was spending trolling your wall and my wall was taking away from the precious time we had left with Wally. My hyper-connected life felt out of balance and wrong. I was fast realizing there is a danger indulging in too much of something that is supposed to be a good thing. It stops being a good thing.
And then we lost Wally.
I was sad but the world kept turning. Life went on, for everyone else. It didn’t feel right for me to be part of happy things when my heart was broken. I didn’t have the energy to fake it. I didn’t feel like pretending I wanted to engage with the world. Unconsciously, I just found myself straying from my usual usage.
So I stopped paying attending to the endless pings of notifications and alerts. I took a little step back from the edge of overconsumption. Don’t get me wrong, I am pretty sure I haven’t unearthed any cosmic truths. I just needed a bit of a break. I needed to take what little energy I had and put it elsewhere for a bit.
So what did I miss?
Love, me