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Break from reality

 This morning i was listening to the news as I got ready for work, like I always do, when I decided "enough".  

So I opened a podcast and IT'S all about crimes so I promptly turned IT off.

Audio book?  Seems safe.  I'm listening to Stephen King's FairyTale.  It's okay.  Better than the news and my "favorite" podcasts.  So I go with that.

after shower I sit on my bed and review social media as I'm drying off.  Something sets me off and makes me VERY angry.  

I don't need this stupid shit in my life.

So I write a little "back later" note on my page and sign out of all my accounts.

I'm in a piss mood.  I've had just about enough of shitty situations I have no control over and yet seem to be front and center for.  No. More.

I want my life before the internet when I spent time with my family and friends to find out what they were up to, when I read books that had actual pages and weight........when I rented movies I wanted to watch instead of streaming reality television on automatic.

I'd like some peace.

From all of it.

So.  We'll see how long this lasts.  I'm assuming some type of withdrawal before I am officially quit.  I'm well acquainted with withdrawal.  

I'm thinking it may include writing here for a while, but I'll see.  Here, I'm the one producing toxins in the environment, cleansing myself and poisoning others in the process.  Ha.  That was extreme.  But kinda true.  

After all, I'm just talking to myself out loud here.


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