This is almost entirely for me to vent and bitch about people without making said people mad by saying it to their faces.
Social networking
Social networking sites like Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, etc. are so fucking narcissistic. Everything is about sharing the goings-on of your life with the outside world. But what’s so fucking special about that?
Why should anyone give a damn about what I had for breakfast? Or my opinion of the new “Glee” episode? They shouldn’t. It’s fucking stupid and ridiculous.
Everything about social networking is all about the “me, me, me” mindset. And that’s really unhealthy. As someone who has a lot of issues, I don’t think social networking is helping me any.
I’ve been using this blog as a bit of a journal. But why? This is a public blog that is accessible to everyone. Which means that anyone can read it - including the people I bitch about. Which means I can’t be completely honest and open. In what is supposed to be my journal of sorts. Which is unhealthy. Which puts me right back at square one.
Why do we feel the need to share every fucking detail of our insignificant lives with everyone? Again - it’s fucking stupid, ridiculous, and incredibly unhealthy. We do it because it gives us a false sense of importance.
Every time someone likes something on Facebook, retweets something on Twitter, or reblogs something from Tumblr, it’s like we’re taking a hit from some drug. We’re all chasing the high of Internet acceptance and/or importance. It’s doing absolutely no good whatsoever.
Therefore, I’m going to do my best to abstain from social networking. At least for now. I feel like I’m going to have to ween myself off a bit, but I’ll get there eventually. Hopefully. Unless I change my mind. In which case, I’m an idiot. Because anyone that continues to play into this game of narcissism and such is doing themselves absolutely no favors.
For starters, I think I’ll keep an actual journal. A real, private journal. For me. Not for the fucking outside world and creepers galore to read.
Here goes nothing, I guess.
I love sloths and owls.
Fred Rogers was a great man.
Okay, it’s a little better now.
My teacher is letting me come by her office in a few hours to take the test. I feel a little better now. I got really lucky, I think.
Today is a bad day.
My roommate has never made me mad. I actually think she’s a pretty cool girl. I don’t think she cares for me much, but whatever. I like her. Sure, it was a little annoying when she had three friends in our room hanging out and sitting on my bed (without asking) while I was trying to study. Sure, it was a little frustrating when she lost her key and would leave our door unlocked all day. And sure, it was embarrassing and frustrating when I came back to my room to find that she was cleaning my side of the room. Dusting, scrubbing, etc. But she’s never made me mad.
Until last night. As I said, I generally like my roommate and think she’s cool. But she kept me from sleep last night. I already have enough trouble sleeping. But last night, it was like a miracle. I fell asleep without having to take a sleeping pill or anything. Roommate comes back at about 2AM, drops something really loudly on the floor, opens and closes her closet door repeatedly, and fucking microwaves something. What the fucking fuck. If it’s that vital that you microwave something at 2:00 in the morning while your insomniac roommate is asleep, fucking use the fucking microwave made available in the lobby. I mean, Jesus.
So then I couldn’t sleep. Which means I got about 4 hours of sleep, tops. And then I go to my class this morning to find that I apparently missed a test. So that’s awesome. And then I come back to have my morning routine - coffee, Ellen, Price is Right. It’s not much, but it usually puts me in a good mood. Well, I think roommate is wanting to take a morning nap. Because keeps glancing at me in that oh my god, what are you doing way. But fuck that. I have so much to do today, on top of classes, and I only got 4 hours of sleep. She doesn’t have any classes to worry about, so she can nap later.
Jesus. I’m in such a bad, angry, disappointed, frustrated, misc. other bad emotions kind of mood.
I don’t think I’m a very good roommate.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
