Today, I started a new Tumblr account. An account with which I will not use to follow my friends, but I will follow the blogs of tumblrverse that interest me. I will not post anything too specific as to identify who I am.
Today, I deactivated my facebook account. And in a time where social networking, social media, cyber socializing is the center of our culture and lives in developed/urban areas, I say deactivating facebook is pretty significant!
Why did I do it? I’m on a mission to reground myself. Going to apartment 73 occasionally (frequently as of late actually) to just sit in the the company of C____, N__, and R__ is relaxing and shoots me back into moment-to-moment life. Driving fast on the freeway at night or just before dawn is another thing that releases tension and re-centers me. Deactivating facebook was just another step. Is it permanent? I don’t know. I doubt it. If I start to get stressed out about not having it then I’ll reactivate it, it’s that simple. I’m not holding myself to strict rules, I’m doing what I think is best for me in this moment.
Today, my cell phone died during my Contemporary Art midterm. Once the exam was over, the professor let class out early so I had half an hour before my next class. I decided to drive home to get my cell phone charger, but on the drive home I saw C____’s car parked outside behind some buildings in Old Towne, so instead of going home I flipped a u-turn drove back to C____’s car and left her a note on the windshield.
Today, I came home and sat in the backyard as the sun set. It was maybe 73 degrees F outside. I sat in that simple wooden Ikea dining room chair, put the little wooden fold-out desk from Target in front of me and journaled until it was too dark to see my own writing. I would like to journal more. Is that childish? Is that too girly? I don’t know. I just know it feels good. And when it doesn’t feel good, I don’t do it.