I have been having bad luck with plucking my eyebrows lately, - let's just say I look more surprised than normal. Likely a subtly that by most other than myself, will go unnoticed but insecurity on such an issue is steadfast until it self-resolves. Clearly, I forgot that I was trying to let them grow out after my last mishap, and so the stragglers that were dragging my face back toward normalcy are once again defeated...unjustly.
Today, we received an email at work that we have been spending our down time doing things we should not; we're either allowed to clean our desks or review training material. Just when I was enjoying some reading time. I can't sit idly, it drives me crazy. I'm a fidget. That's why I love knitting. Soon they're gonna tell me I can't have restless leg syndrome because it's distracting someone's thinking...maybe needless to say, I don't do well in strict environments.
Here has been the "social media break" I wrote about a while back. It's already helped me to realize, as it should've any other time I've taken a break from it, that it is a compulsion. I have noted the compulsions to go troll the news feed, or just look at profiles. It's kind of sick. That's normal. That's normal? I was thinking the other day about the artificial sense of relationship that's formed by facebook (and other social media sites). It's likely detrimental to future generations, those that are the most true digital natives, but so few go without. I'm not saying I don't like Facebook, in fact I'm kind of a social media junky. Truth be told, I don't like the things it allows me to spend my time on, or the things it leads me to believe. I don't care to have pointless arguments with people sitting elsewhere, who would never otherwise encounter me. In one lens, that's a great ability and it is - yay technology! But through another, it's an artificial reality. And it helps us ignore the actual reality...redundant redundancy.
I'm a little alone with my thoughts. As it should be. I can do things without 250 or however many people being able to know about it. Save for this blog, I guess, not that near that many people read it...
Maybe this will lead somewhere. Maybe I'll finally get rid of it, so I don't have to think about it anymore. Maybe that would help me to start writing again. After all, I am pondering for the millionth time, doing NaNoWriMo...a little easier without popping over to Facebook repeatedly when a break in thought comes, or endlessly scrolling through my twitter feed.
Or maybe that's just the aimless rebel within me, aggravated with bigger problems in society, believing that purging my life of the magnifying glass that is The Social Media Hour will make those problems less annoying. Maybe it's an escape.
Reading my Reader's Digest cover to cover is an escape from boredom plagued with annoyance; or apathy, whichever may be more fitting. So are Early Outs...hello my bed at 4:00pm.
