Facebook is the new Cocaine

Here I am after a rather long absence. My brain has been all scrambled lately with the crazy amount of coursework, little side jobs, and this thing called a social life that I've somewhat reluctantly taken on this semester.

Shit hit the fan this last week or so when I realized that my old ways of living just won't do anymore. I was slacking behind in my classes, skipping a majority of them, letting homework and laundry and dirty dishes pile up. So from this week onward I've decided to start living a new life- a sort of a metamorphosis if you please.

I have a bedtime now, and I try to stick to it somewhat strictly. Right at midnight I slip my feet out of my acrylic woolen house slippers (that guard me from the ice cold floor- jeez I don't know how I will survive a winter in my shack of a new home) and tuck myself in.

My alarm goes off promptly at 7.15, but I've so far failed to break my habit of hitting the snooze button a dozen times. Then I shower before marching to the kitchen like a sleepwalking penguin (and roll down the stairs and hit my head and bruise my elbow on the worst days) to brew lovely Costa Rican coffee and breakfast (French toast/peanut butter/strawberry jam).

Better economics is also part of my self-improvement routine. I try not to eat out, and when I do, it's as a small gift to myself for having been good. I train myself like a puppy. That means Caribou is now a special occasion.

I also feel like I cook better now, and I seem to be able to run a functional mental inventory of all the groceries I have. And here's a tip for you- always shop with a grocery list, and never on an empty stomach. It prevents you from reaching for those yummy-looking things on sale that you don't really need. Then there are certain things that you should go ahead and buy in bulk if on sale, like Mac and Cheese and toilet paper. But before you do, pop out that calculator and do some math- Walmart works under the premise that half its customer base is half stupid.

That's pretty much it for today's How to be a Better Housewife. See you folks next week with more tips on better living... no, well fuck that. Here's what I came to write-

I kind of thought about the things that were getting me bogged down, and Facebook topped the list. I always rationalized, told myself that social networking is an important part of any modern human's life. It keeps us connected, informed, united ladida. But as of late, it has been getting me more depressed than happy. My newsfeed fills with all the problems of the world, and I share them and get everyone else into a bad mood. Then there are my "friends", few who are truly close to my heart, others like "How the fuck do I know you?" and "You so stupid you don't deserve to live!". Then there are the well-meaning people who share pictures of their dinner, or images about how their imaginary friend loves us all. "Share this if you love Jebus, keep scrolling if you love Stalin".

So yeah, that shit's mainstream. I deactivated my account approximately 2.5 days ago, and I'm still alive. But so many times I have had this mind-numbing involuntary reaction- opening a new tab and typing "f". Then I realize what I've done and heave a sigh. It was a little heartbreaking at first, losing my access to a constant stalking platform, but now I feel liberated. I already had a few concerned friends ask me why I've left. "Did something scandalous happen?" Yes, the Illuminati is out to get me! Facebook is the new cocaine!! And I'm saying no!! You should too because drugs are for losers!

"I've had enough and I want out!"
"You can't walk away now!"