Hi, remember me?
Erm … I gave you up two weeks ago …
I’ve not missed you, you know, not at all – okay, that isn’t entirely true. When its quiet, the kids asleep and there’s nothing on T.V. I might think fondly of our time together. My Bejeweled Blitz high scores, my Zynga Poker addiction, even all those lolz pictures. I miss stalking friends, to avoid actually talking to them. I miss the way you used to slip into my subconscious, as a time killer, a distraction as powerful as any opiate.
But then I remember – how it seemed everyone was having more fun than me. How people would share better pictures, links, YouTube posts, etc. I remember folding another hand, thinking, ‘I’ve just wasted an hour of my life on busted flushes.’ I remember trying to come up with funny/deep/shocking status-updates, and the tumbleweed silence that follows. I remember reading everything since the last time I’d read everything, and then … not knowing what to do.
Since giving you up, I have discovered time. Time to pace, thinking about twisting plotlines. Time to re-edit an old story, and duptrope it on the same night! Time to actually write. Since giving you up I have written 20,000 words, which is more than I’ve written in the last six months, when you were permanently plugged into my brain.
You made me forget I was a writer – you pretend to be a social media, but you’re more like an amusement-arcade/grapevine/cul-de-sac. I may fall off the wagon on occasion, but I know I can do without you now …
Besides, I’ve now got Twitter! 🙂