I felt I was becoming a slave to this wireless master called the internet.
I decided to do what I know how to do best.
For a few days . I was supposed to set a limit- a goal-an objective.
But I stuck to one part – for the next 48 hours , I didn’t tweet, or RT or post on Facebook.
I could reply mails.
Not that I receive many…with everyone being pissed at me…you will find out eventually, ‘don’t you worry child’ 😉 .
I ,thus, posteth the tweet to end all tweets:
“ I’ll be disconnecting from the internet for a few days. Starting to feel radioactive. Il me faut du repos. See you dans quelque jours 😉 #fb”
I posted similar status updates on my Whatsapp , BBM and Viber accounts.
Secretly…I had hoped someone would miss me.
I thought someone would say:
“Oh! NOooooo! OMG! I WILL SO BLOODY MISS YOU! I HOPE YOU ARE OK?! Why are you leaving?? Can I help you sweetheart?!”
“*Crying* *snivels violently* why? Please tell me? I’m here for you!”
No one did.
No one cared.
No one cares.
I needed the break.
May be it’s me being defensive.
I know I needed that rest-whether people noticed or not.
I took the break and did something else…something smarter.
Something I never really get to do.
I watched the others.
I read my TL.
I read bios.
I followed conversations.
I fought against the urge to tweet.
For an hour or two had withdrawal.
Symptom: I started thinking in hashtags.
I would talk to my brother @AndersonTchassa and instead of calling his name…*whispering*… I would call his handle (like I did above).
I would talk to my mom:
“Sup? Is there anything to eat?” and I would verbally add “Hash tag breakfast?”
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Social media has its perks.
Interaction, conversations, marketing etc.
But it can be VERY addictive.
I think I am addicted.
I don’t think.
I am addicted.
I struggled to get off a few days ago.
I’ll try again later.
I’m going back.
See you there.