I want the world to know, got to let it show. Sang it, Diana! This is SOLELY about Diana’s song, and my redo of my blog and my announcement. Don’t get it twisted with NOTHING, NADA else. Best believe. Ha! And you can’t have the rainbow either, dammit!
On a more serious note, I’ve given this decision I’m about to speak on a lot of thought. Post-Facebook, my mind doesn’t work like it used to—the quick wit, the raw analyses, the humor, the spark and spunk that exceeds 2-3 sentences. I wondered why. Or did I? Can’t remember.
Moving on. After much ruminating, I realized that because Facebook is such a stealth, manipulative energy vampire (making me feel like I’m obligated to check in), I can’t seem to stay on track or bring that deep intellect and introspection into perspective like I once did. Facebook sucks away so many natural impulses to do some shit to the point of forgetting to go take a shit. In the place of “do some shit,” is this program called nothingness. And let me tell you how nothingness can fill a brain. It sure can. Take a look here, what do you see? Oh, nothing. That’s right because Facebook sucked it all away.
But see, I’m on to this energy sapper and time waster. This big bully in cyberspace. If ever you forget yourself too often and too long, and stop using it as a tool and only a tool, so help you God, it’ll soon take over your house, your relationships, your mind. It’ll become like a duty to you that while you begrudge it placing such time-consuming constraints on you, you cannot imagine it not being there.
Come out of the black hole, Nandi. Come to the light. Come on out . . . *grabbing hold of the rainbow and not letting that shit go*
That’s what this title is about. I’m coming out of Facebook and back into my own. My own space. My own life. I got shit that needs to be done, and it can’t get done if Facebook gets all my good hours. And according to my husband, who is absolutely right in this instance: “Victory starts somewhere around 4 a.m. and ends promptly at noon.” And that’s the truth, because once 12:01 p.m. strikes, everything jumps onto the hamster wheel and just keeps spinning, just keeps spinning. In other words, not a damned thing gets done.
Not to say everything about Facebook is bad, but if I had to step back into my ol’ Christian shoes, I’d have to say that Facebook is the devil with a capital “F.” Fevil? Yeah, that’s it. The darned Fevil. Stay away from Fevils. Fevils eat up a lot of your time. You’ll never amount to nothing. Listen to me, children. Tell the children the truth, the truth. Christopher Columbus didn’t discover America.
Okay, now, that I’ve got that insanity out of my system, my real reason behind this post is to say that I’m stepping out of Facebook to a great extent—or did I already say that?—and I’m coming back to where it all started for me on this World Wide Web: blogging. That’s right, ya hurd meh? Southern girl in the house. Scratchhhhhhh. Southern WOMAN in the house. That sounds much better. Yeah, I’m back home. Grass growing. Evolving. Mistress of my domain. Ahhh . . .
*I’m coming out, coming. . . .*
This message has been brought to you by the fact that you can use Facebook in a commentary 11 10 times and nobody reading this will think you’re being redundant unless they’re an editor . . . or a nerd. Yeah, those still exist.
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