*Hang with me. I'm going somewhere with this.
I remember when I first got on facebook. I was blown away. In the year leading up to facebook, if you asked me how many people I know I would have guessed forty, maybe fifty. Well it turns out I know about ten times that many. I actually know them. Grade school, Marines, college, work in Los Angeles, Memphis, Austin; I have facebook friends from every phase of my life. In the beginning I was overwhelmed. Well now I'm underwhelmed. I'm glad I made some connections, and not so glad about others (there's a cat-killer lurking there and I had almost overcome that horrible event). Now that platform is a distraction. In fact, all of them are distractions. And news that I loathe to hear sneaks in at me through social media. I don't want it. So I'm throwing that shit away too.
It's a new year. I'm going to read more books, draw more shitty cartoons, write more uninteresting, self-serving diatribes that no one reads, build more furniture. I'm going to watch more Netflix and Hulu. I'm going to ride my bike. I'm not going to stare at my phone; the screen is dark right now and I can see that greasy, single-finger swipe running right down the middle of it. You can look at your phone if you want to, but if you do it while you're sitting across from me, I'll fart in my hand and throw it at your face.
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