Today I'm possibly breaking a 'rule' I've been following for the last few blog posts: Write drunk, edit sober. I'm writing sober, and god knows in what state the editing, if any, will happen.
For the first time (apart from when I'm on a flight) I'm offline from all social networks (2 hours and counting). It's not easy / fun.
I'm stunned by how fidgety I'm feeling, and how absolutely clueless I am on deciding what to do with that new tab on Firefox.
A networking whore, that's what the outgoing loud kid I was, was often called. From that I see I've become the typical online social media/networking whore. I have absolutely no idea if this is a good thing, but I'm pretty darned sure the lack of balance between the two isn't.
I haven't spoken to, met, chatted with friends I knew in real life much before the advent of twitter and facebook in donkeys years. The few interactions I have had with a handful of them, are purely because they're on these social media platforms too.
It's not that I've forgotten them, or that I don't care for them anymore. It's just a question of how much mindspace one has, and how much of that is free.
I think I should change this in the times to come, to some extent at least.