My IPhone fell out a Tuktuk in Bangkok 15 days ago. I’ve been in Los Angeles for about five days now sans phone. It doesn’t seem to be a problem. I did miss a doctors appt yesterday but calling wouldn’t have helped. There was a terrible accident on the ten going East. Anyway, I haven’t put much effort into replacing my phone because I really don’t want a smart phone. I want a flip phone.
With a flip phone, I can be reached by text or phone but I can’t check my email, facebook or instagram. And if my real life were as boring as my social network life, I’d snuf this candle out myself. My online avatar personality may look happier and shinier than my real self, but it’s a boring life I lead online. I tell myself I’m there for interesting posts from interesting people but those are a tiny percentage of the trash spewing out of my newsfeed. I’m there mostly for schaudenfraude and maybe for some very childish stalking of men who do not pursue me. Not good.
So, a few hours ago I quit facebook. I instantly had a little burst of gratification. Maybe it’s like what someone who kills themselves to spite the people who ignored them. There was a part of me that thought, “That guy is going to wonder why I quit Facebook.” Who cares? Sadly, I do.
Tomorrow I think I will pick up a prepaid phone. Right now I am actually home very sick but in terms of being unplugged, as I blog and call my sister using Google Voice, I feel pretty good.