i think i need a break from the interwebz.
people i know are increasingly annoying as of late. why is this?
blogs are odd. including this one. what is this blog anyway? and why are you guys reading it? i never really have anything important to say. in fact, lately, i have nothing but a slew of nothing to write about. perhaps it's my re-entry into the designerly realm that has turned my writing into a lackluster pile of boredom. sorry everyone.
lately all i really find important is listening to music and reading. or watching fantastic mr. fox. have you seen that movie yet? you should. it's absolutely delightful in about 10,000 ways.
i think lately i feel discouraged by other people's progress. or lack of progress. or their notions of what they perceive their progress to be. babies, houses, concert attendance, to-do lists tackled--it's like we're all trying to one up each other via social networking. why do we do this? more importantly, why do i let it bother me? why should i care if you woke up early, worked out, did 80,000 tasks that you didn't want to do but you did anyway and now we're all giving you cyber thumbs up and commenting on your diligence? who knows, man. who knows.
all i know is that i should be content with the morby household. everything is good. blissfully good. and i don't need the weirdness vibes from the internets to make me feel like it's not good. or that it's just not good enough. people always unknowingly make me feel like nothing i have or do is ever good enough. there's always something you've done that's more important than what i've done today. it's bothersome.
like i said: i need a break from the blogosphere, facebookasphere, pandemonium weinerosphere. i need to focus on me. and being me. and loving me. and rocking hard to my own music that's not cool and not currently being buzzed about on facebook by all you hipsters that went to the show last night.
what is this post even about? i don't really know. i guess maybe just don't hate me if i disappear for a while. life is good. i don't want to taint it with the discontent that i know creeps in from reading about other peoples' lives. it's not really a competition, but for some reason i always find myself making it into one. and i dislike it. muchly.
let's all be lovers and friends and love life and listen to fleet foxes and beach house and eat cookies and sniff flowers. 'nuff said.
Don't be weirded out that you may have just barely posted this and I'm already commenting (I'm avoiding bed so tomorrow won't come...). BUT seriously I was just reading some blogs and felt the same way!!!! I don't know what these feelings mean really, but all the sudden I was so annoyed and felt the urge to write a really mean post about people that annoy me. Maybe it's spring fever we have since it's STILL snowing? Who knows, but I hope it goes away fast!
do not stop blogging, i like reading your blog and really that's all that counts.
Honestly, the best thing I did was get rid of Facebook (although I have it again temporarily). Every time I get on there I suddenly get angsty and feel all depressed that I'm not in Taiwan teaching English or getting engaged or getting a new, awesome job. Before I got on I was perfectly happy with my life and how it was going, but I got on there and suddenly felt that what was happening in my life just wasn't what it should/could be. It's so ridiculous that a stupid website can suddenly make me unhappy with my life when a moment ago I was perfectly content!
Also, Facebook drives me absolutely insane because you constantly have to read people's thoughts/whining/self-congratulations. At first when I deleted it I missed it some, but after a few days I felt such relief from not having to hear from all of these people every day unless I wanted to hear from them!
i love your blog and don't want you to leave! would you stay if i told you that every day i don't have to go to stupid work i sleep until damn near 3:00 pm? and complete 0 tasks.. i aint lyin.
I could not agree more! I have really had to limit my blog stalking and time on FB because I get tired of my pathetic life after reading about everyone else that I know with their perfect lives. It gets a bit nauseating sometimes!