Going to attempt to put a website together as I’ve been told to do so now for years. Plus I’m sick and tired of social media, esp. Facebook. Pure rubbish. Time-sink. Portal to hell realms. Fuck that noise. Time to delete.

It’s harder than it sounds, though. Fuckin’ a, a lot harder than it sounds. Every time I go to click delete account, I can’t do it. Some petty little voice in the back of my mind barking: “But what about all those people? What about your friends?! How you gonna know what folks are up to? You just gonna slip further into isolation. You already barely engage with anyone as it is. Ya damn hermit.” This voice encompasses at most like maybe 5-10% of my feelings, but that little fucker is so loud and persistent it’s enough to drone out the calm, rational (hah!) voices, the other 90% of me that wants to completely dissolve this abusive relationship.

Of course, this is to be expected. Facebook has teams of social psychologists working to find the optimal way to keep folks sucked in, trapped, suffocated (https://www.vox.com/2018/8/8/17664580/persuasive-technology-psychology). Feelin’ some straight-up Stockholm Syndrome type shit.

Certainly not here to judge. I’ve been using the damned platform since 2006 (#hipstercred) (#using#thoughiveneverevenusedtwitter). I hate to say “back in my day things were so much more [insert comparative statement that implicitly degrades today’s world], herp duh derp…” But it’s kinda true. Back then it was a space for college students, and college students only. There was very little advertising. You saw posts from your friends, and that was about it. Today I’m lucky if I can even find a post from a friend on the main feed. It’s become 75% advertising. Or click-bait “news stories” from organizations that even if I enjoy or support, I don’t want spamming me ceaselessly. Cripes, I almost miss the days when the biggest complaint was too many invites to play some lame ass farming simulator, or one too many posts from your loud, older relative spouting off from their digital soapbox. Yes, those were the good ol’ days.

But as with all things, those days are long past. Things change. Got to change with the times. And for me, right now, that means going back to a simpler time. A time when I actually kept a journal. When I engaged in creative endeavors just for the fun of it. When I was more interested in creating random shite than consuming it. While my mental health was by no means perfect, thinking back I feel like I had less angst (for those of you that know me well know that context is key here, I’ve always been an angsty bastard.) Perhaps being bombarded day in, day out by relentless streams of tribalistic bullshit isn’t so good for mental health. Or physical health. Or creative health. Or just about anything for that matter.

I’ve called this section “rambling man” cause if I’m good at one thing, it’s going off on topics I care about. And let’s be honest, I also called it that in a poor attempt to be “cute.” While I can be a straight-up mute for much of the rest of my life, get me on a topic I care about, and prepare for a potential ear-beating. However, at this juncture I feel I’ve said enough. Nothing y’all don’t know anyway. Not sure who “y’all” even are. And if you’ve seriously read this, well…damn. You must really be bored.

Welcome to the Void.