The Hermit

An alleged ode to leaving facebook.
I would like to semi declare my latest nonbinding resolution to turn off and tune out. Remember when we wrote letters? Remember telephones? Remember receiving mail with actual photos of one another? I personally lost this skill set a long time ago. Lazy. Selfish. Check. We will never get our humanity back unless we seek to relate on purpose and stop hiding our cracks behind pixels. Otherwise, what's the point of being human?

Mea Culpa. There was an initial thrill to facebook. Then a fix. Then a habit. Then a substitute. Scanning memories resurrected everywhere. Good, taken too far, becomes bad. We sampled the Vaderade, clicked on Like incessantly, and tada! We are the Autobots! Isolated and virtually unsocial in a nonstop socially driven virtual world. Do we even know each other? Really? Not so much....I would argue, not at all. And the greater sadness still...do we want too? Let's face it. Real people are much messier and high maintenance than memes. Anyone else taste the death in the recipe? Hold that thought--I have a text. (insert image here: pile of burning iphones )

Are we impressed with our own 666 virtual friends never spoken too, much less relating. I'd be wise to maintain one friendship with God and then maybe we'll see about two. How much time have I personally wasted? No idea. Days too many. How many more will I waste in 2016?

I'm going to take a long walk in the woods. I'm only miles away. Perhaps we penetrate the virtual forest between us. Time and desire will tell. It would be good to discern who is in our life, who is hovering, and who is long gone. Unplug in 2016? "This is a test. This is only a test. In the event of a real exchange... you might want to know your family." The irony within the "age of information" is the exponential amount of stupidity produced. Wisdom calls from the woods. I'm going to search and sort my own opinion about a few things before I continue to spout off from the trenches of luxury problems

L.W. out.

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