I declared to the world that I was mysterious.
I couldn't be tagged
I couldn't be mentioned
I didn't have a wall
I wasn't searchable
I wasn't aware of "How totally great that bagel from Einstein's was that morning!"
No one could poke me
My status updates were kept in my head as thoughts
I couldn't be unfriended on a whim
There weren't 1,000 different engagement photo sessions for me to peruse of bubbly people in love
No pictures of shiny new cars
No photos of weddings, of babies, of new jobs, of trips around the world
Nothing that could possibly contribute positively to my everyday life
Well, that ended in (approximately) the end of 2010.
It speeds up the healing process. It's the digital Neosporin.
Now I have to deal with this bullshit everyday. Because it's the easiest way to communicate, to network, to interact.
CAUTION: When the time comes I am going to post 10,000 engagement pictures, you fucks.