You eat regular, an’ get clean clothes, and there’s a place to take a bath. It’s pretty nice some ways. Though it makes it hard not havin’ none of that social media.
One guy was back for breakin’ parole because it made him lonesome out there in the open, havin’ to think what thing to post next. An’ in the mornin’, he didn’t know what time to get up. Jus’ lay there lookin’ at his phone.*
*Adapted from John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath
There is nothing in it, no wisdom, no treasure, even crumbs to extol.
It is directionless, emptiness, there is nothing to gain.
Nobody cares how well you scroll.
It is despair, an absence and death.
Nobody cares how well you scroll.
There is only vanishing, like you were never here.
I claim that I am making a comment on social media when I post images of dead animals. I tell everyone to not like these posts and only wish there were a dislike button.
The truth is that I like it when people like what I say about not wanting likes. Which is the same as liking likes, or disliking being ignored. (Please like this post.)
To write, you need momentum, you need to keep moving ahead, anything to avoid sitting like a lump, clicking from one stupid thing to another. 
I promise that I will stop after the next image. 
Just one more website. 
One more. 
But I keep doing it…like a child. 
Absolutely nothing in my head. 
Until finally I decide to blog on that very thing, my inertia. And do it. 
And then get back to actually writing again, a character suddenly stepping in.
I stay focused, and then…lose my step, damn it, and think of what I might be missing. And open the browser again.
That’s a cute fucking dog. Can’t deny that.
We had the misfortune of renting our house to a most demanding and impolite person this August. We were inundated with shrill emails, even before she arrived, that were terribly demanding, often angry, to say nothing of being typo-graphically challenged:
We ve Rented enough houses out here to know what’s acceptable and this is not. Rented us a house where there are several issues and if you would like me to leave a favorable response on VRBO which could make or break your rental business you should fix these problems ASAP. 
We addressed every one of her concerns, sometimes three per day, and all of them minor; nevertheless the invective flow would not cease:
Could not use the pool at night due to no lights since we checked in. Had to fight to get CnN & basic cable. There is no gas grill. We also did not expect to have to remove our own trash — this has become like camping. 
She sent this last message from her work email, from which we learned she was a yoga instructor, and more than that, an author of a yoga book; she in fact had a Facebook persona that promoted herself as a balanced and thoughtful individual. 
Accepting the ” what is ” of many situations allows for a lot more peace … Many times we are stressed or upset up from our own desire to make things different than they are. This applies to love relationships. friendships locations — life & The world.
As exhausting and frustrating as this person was, the difference was stunningly amusing.
Indeed she was something that is likely becoming common in our bandwidth world: a social media Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde.
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