Escapism

An escapism - that's what this is, really. Facebook tires me, it drained me knowing I'm putting a part of me out there for public display and scrutiny. But then again, who is there to blame but me, as it still depends on me how far I'd let show. I have nothing to hide, I rejoice in the fact that I am comfortable in my own skin, other people telling on how I should act and behave doesn't bother me, but sometimes all you wanna do is to keep things to yourself.. and half of the time wondering if anyone'd bother to knock upon my door and say hello.

If not because of work and responsibilities and commitments I owe to certain groups and individuals, Facebook is a lost cause to me. I guess that's why I'm having a break away from it. I don't want things to get unhealthy, for my subconscious mind to keep scrolling my newsfeed as a habitual action. So you see, it's just me being conscious and mindful of the tools I'm using in everyday life, and how I refuse for anything to dictate the way I live. I treasure real communication. Real relationships where two people Talk with each other, see faces, have proper conversations, and develop genuine affections. This.. it just gets in the way.