So I’m on this bender, and by bender I don’t mean booze. I’ve been doing my best to organize and simplify my life, but not going as far as stressing myself out. I’ve conquered my closet (which is going to goodwill) as well as my work-space (at home – meaning my desk) and various other things. The idea is, that to live simply and keep myself organized, I will keep my stress levels down. So far it’s been working.
Laundry is no longer a dreaded nightmare, besides the folding of child clothes anyway. My finances are in order and straight. My yarn and needles are now all organized and starting a new project or searching for a certain color of yarn no longer makes me smell colors. It helps. The little things. Organizing my coffee cups and donating the crap ones. Tossing the lonely forever single socks and stacking my books.
So yesterday, I was browsing Facebook and I as I scrolled I realized how much pure and utter CRAP was on my timeline. I’ve been bitching for WEEKS now that I’m fed up with the political bashing, that I’m fed up with whining, and significant others fighting on Facebook (while low blows really amuse me, it started to get painful to see).
So I kept scrolling. Do I delete my Facebook? Well no, my close knit circle of friends from CafeMom are on there, a few of them I talk to on Facebook first before the phone. Do I spend the time blocking each post I dislike? Uhm, lazy, and that requires me to not be lazy over the span of a few weeks, long enough for the posts to filter through. So no. Bam! (Insert politically charged gun control post) and I about threw my phone.
(For the record, I’m on the fence, I agree with both sides (and both of you need to stfu). I don’t believe that gun control or lack there of is going to fix the loophole that exists in school safety, a PLAN will. So shut the hell up.)
My blood pressure rose as I looked at the name. Wait…. what? Who is this person? Well, they live in my town, but do I actually know them? Maybe. Are we friends? No. I kept scrolling, this time paying attention to names. I couldn’t believe how many people on my “friends list” I didn’t actually know.
That became my mission for the evening. Deleting people. But why just stop at people I don’t know. How about I delete acquaintances? I mean, we never hang out, we have little in common, and when was the last time I even talked to you on here? Gone. Oh look, there’s that kid who was in my 3rd grade class! Annnnd if I close my eyes… nope, can’t remember what you look like. Gone. So the weeding out began. Then I realized, what about those people who post shit that pisses me off? Well, unless you’re a close friend of mine, obviously if we have differing opinions to that degree, delete.
Note: I didn’t just delete people who have a different opinion than me. I deleted people who constantly argue with me with out anything to back it up. I deleted people whom I have no relationship with or haven’t had in a long time, who post blatantly ignorant hateful things.
Facebook hasn’t been my favorite thing in a long time, but unfortunately I do rely on it to talk to long-distance friends and family. After years of being on there, I just realized that I didn’t need to have people I met at a bar 3 years ago on there. My Facebook is for my friends and my family. It’s for my thoughts and articles, debates with friends and pictures of my kid. It’s for that stupid fucking cat picture that cracks me up. That’s it. It’s not for hateful messages, arguments and drama. It’s not for people I don’t know to have a peek into my life.
So 100+ people gone.
Today, I logged on and started scrolling on my lunch. Instead of seeing Anti-Liberal / Anti-Conservative bullshit, I saw the update about my friends new baby (gorgeous by the way). Instead of the “My boyfriends and Ass, I hate him” then two minutes later “He’s sooo sweet, he gave me flowers” from someone I can’t even remember meeting in real life? I read a update from a close friend’s own store. I read things I wanted to. I was able to keep up with the people who mean something in my real-life.
It may seem pretty stupid to you, but clearing up that bit of social media was good to me.
Now look at yours, who’s looking at your pictures of your children? Who’s reading your FourSquare check ins? Do you really need to see that kid post ANOTHER picture of him smoking a bong? You might, I don’t.