So, to cross the two challenge streams here, I took a 50 day break from FB, and a 30 day break from Twitter, and glancing back through my feed to see how folks are doing, again and again I find people arguing with idiots. (GOP/ Trumpist Wing Nuts)
I feel like I need to join in, and add my two cents.
My heart speeds up. The words start forming in my head. My fingertips itch for a keyboard. I search for a link, to a recent NYT piece, to counter the dumb ass meme about Biden’s COVID deaths being just like Trump’s. The deaths are red-shifted, see? Because the fucking morons aren’t getting fucking vaccinated; because of fucking Trump and fucking right-wing hate radio, and social media, and also because people are sometimes stupid for other reasons, too.
Then I think why?
Why would I do that?
Who’s mind is going to be changed? Why? Oh, and what’s the primary cesspool spreading the poison?
Facebook. Social media. Youtube.
It’s the fucking Gamesters of Triskelion. (It’s a Star Trek episode, TOS, The Original Series, look it up I guess?)
We fight for their amusement. Oh, and our fights are monetized. Am I a hot chick in a green wig in a metal bikini? Or maybe I’m a megalomaniac in a toupee.
The brains laugh and make bets. Kirk tricks them into trying to care for the pathetic drones they have been parasitizing. Says that’s an interesting game. The Enterprise flies off.
I hope to hell the candy colored brains stuck with the program. And didn’t just go back to the pitch black oven like robot warehouses and the monetized dopamine trigger rage machines.
Meditation wise? Yeah, five days hasn’t transformed me into Buddha yet. My therapist said it could take, you know, years.
So maybe I should take the Adderal.
We’ll see. But seriously, FB and Twitter is miserable. Get off of it for six weeks, and come back and look at it, and monitor your body, as you do, your heart rate. It is so, so obviously unhealthy.
But you knew that already, didn’t you?
