It’s remarkable how quiet the world gets when you shut off all of your social media. Really. Try it sometime – you’ll be shocked at the silence. Or maybe you won’t, but I am. It’s eerie almost. Suddenly, the world is not ending one Tweet at a time. The dust settles. The smoke dissipates. The cacophony becomes calm. The constant chaos ceases and you discover all the time you need to do all those things you complain about not doing online – weird how that works.
I doubt many have noticed but I disengaged. I unplugged. I cut the cord. I took the red pill. I left the cave. I have taken my ball and gone home. The truth is I haven’t been “there” for some time now, only intermittently, and without going into a long diatribe, things shifted online in the past couple of years so much so that this departure has been coming on for some time now.
It feels foolish to even type this out, but it is a strange sensation to not look at any social media for a full 24-hours. Being disconnected feels odd, as if you’re missing something, but the sun rises the next day and you move on; the nagging sensation to pick up your phone again and jack into the matrix ever-present. I wish I could tell you it wanes, it does not.
Honestly, I loathe writing these “Dear John” things. They’re not my style because they feel melodramatic, unnecessary and lame. That said, I feel as if I need to say that I am using this time for a specific purpose and not to be dramatic; if only to explain to those interested in my work and or my “content,” that I am using this break to finish my book, nothing more, nothing less.
So, there it is. I’m no longer on social media, for the foreseeable future. The accounts still exist but I am not there. Instead I am using this time to finish my book and I may return if and when I finish it.
You may see this post (and maybe others) linked on my accounts – just know that Wordpress puts them there automatically. I’m not logging in any more and will not be responding there, to anything, until I’m done with this this goddamn monstrosity of literature. Who knows how long that will be? Weeks, months? I can’t say, just know that that’s what I’m up to and it’ll be done when it’s done and no sooner. I need to focus.
That’s it. Yeah. Big deal, right? Right. If, for some reason, you do need to get a hold of me then you probably already know how. For everyone else, I’ll talk to you when the book’s finished.