Sometimes facebook (yep, I'm referring to that old beast again) crashes, goes super slow, glitches...whatever. It does something it's not meant to do, and in that moment, a brief spasm of frustration slices through my mind-numbed internet haze.
Which wakes me up, and I realize ... I'm still on facebook.
Ugh!
This just happened to me, and I thought to myself, "well this is interesting. Facebook sometimes comes along with it's own built-in repellent...imperfection!" Thank goodness it stops working sometimes, seriously. Every time that has happened that I can remember, I end up closing my computer, annoyed, and trot off to go do something else! It's truly amazing. I wish facebook crashed every other minute.
Anyway, I feel slightly idiotic even posting about something so menial, but it clarified my predicament (being...ahem...addicted to facebook) so nicely that I just decided to tell everyone about it.
Maybe I should have someone unplug the wireless every now and then... just to make sure.
(except not really, Mom. I am in online classes after all.)
At times my mind argues that anything internet related is similarly wasteful. Like blogging for example. Am I not wasting time still by sitting in front of my screen, watching these very letters appear one by one as I type? I would say nay. While blogging, my mind is working, my eyes turn ceiling-ward every now and then in actual thought, and that little place inside that is somehow linked to my creativity wakes up, warm and growing, eager to be put to use after a long and dusty wait. I love that little creativity creature that lives inside me, but Oh How I Neglect It!
Anyway, basically this is my public declaration of what I've already decided to do, what I've been trying to do, for the last few weeks.
No more turning to the dreaded social networking drug in any and all spare moments.
No more succumbing to Laziness, Laziness with a capital L because it's the pathetic kind with no excuses like "I just got back from track practice"... or "I just had a baby"... ya know, something like that.
No more feeling my life-minutes drain away as my friend browsing turns from useful updating to obsessive, bottomless time wasting.
It's time to acquiesce to that little being inside me who has been yearning for my growth, lingering hopefully for the chance to work its magic and give me a life that will be, if not extraordinary, then at least satisfyingly enriched with good and needful things.
"Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense."
-Ralph Waldo Emmerson
