Now, I'm not a particularly opinionated person. I'm not a fixer. I'm no good at giving advice because of the whole, "If I were you..." thing that I kind of wrote about here. In fact, I'm pretty terrible at lots of things, but I'm actually really good at listening, hugging, snuggling, and getting sidetracked. I'm awesome at getting sidetracked. If there were an Olympic event called sidetracking, I'd be a contender. Is there? It seems like spell-check should have redlined sidetracking, but it didn't, but it did redline "redlined..."
Back to this fast: Giving up social media for me is an opportunity to spend more time reading (I just got 4 new books), writing, creating, listening, hugging, snuggling, and getting sidetracked. The last few weeks I watched how much time I spent on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram and thought, man, I could get a lot of stuff done with that time.
Also, before the SM cops (social media--I went there so I figure you did too) arrest me, this blog is linked to Networked Blogs, so when I post something here, NB shares it on Facebook and Twitter. I am going to write here (see above), but I won't see or respond to comments on Facebook. I'm fully prepared for the backlash when this goes on FB, and people say, "Oh, wow, you all ready broke your fast?!" or "Knew you wouldn't make it!" Anyone who's ever fasted anything knows how that goes.
That in itself is puzzling. The joy some people feel when they perceive someone has failed at something. I don't get that. However, as a part-time vegan for 5 1/2 years, I've experienced all sorts of self-appointed food cops waiting for me to "mess up" so they could say, "AHA! You can't eat that!" or some other criticism. Except here's the deal: I didn't join a club with a bunch of strict rules, I just decided not to eat certain things. So while there probably are vegan cops, I'm not even on their radar.
So, if anyone feels compelled to point out my own or anyone else's failings, I'm not going to take that personally. And despite my distaste for giving advice (goodness, I'm such a contradiction; no wonder my poor husband is losing his hair) I'm going to suggest you might want to check your own motivations for celebrating another's failure.
I am 2.5 waking hours into this fast and missing my Facebook friends and wondering what witty tweets and adorable pictures I've missed. Also, I wonder if my brother has posted anything horrific on my wall. Did he? Would one of you please contact me in the real world if he does?
Peace out. xoxo