This morning I got up to write in my online daily journal and then I went to the Yahoo page to get to my emails. I have recently taken to actually reading news articles on the Yahoo page due to the Harvey Weinstein deluge of women calling him out for sexual assault. This was in direct violation to a rule I imposed on myself long ago because Yahoo is far from being a reliable source of just about anything newswise. They are mostly infotainment, and they have long ago sold their soul and our personal information.
I allowed myself to get caught up in a long and slow slideshow revealing detailed information about a hit tv show I used to watch called “The Rifleman” with Chuck Connors and Johnny Crawford. a wide eyed, innocent looking boy who played his son on the series. I remember resisting joining Facebook after I was initially invited to, and trying it. I actually left it, and they hassled me by asking nosy questions in print when I did cut it off. I can’t remember exactly why I went back, but it was because I was lost in my life, adrift and unable to connect. I hated it, didn’t have the attention span to not get hooked on it and felt enslaved and oppressed getting used to it, searching for connection.
I’m used to it now, and I finally have a direction in my life that is real: going to massage certification school at a local community college. I am also out of my compulsive and desperate search for answers to my health problems, which are over a year old and continue to be a huge source of misery and stress. I have been a quick buy sucker when it comes to health stuff, in particular supplements and books. I’m not foolish enough to think I want to give up the internet completely, but I am now categorizing a great deal of what I constantly. almost daily waste a lot of precious time doing:
I’m now ready to listen to and hear an inner voice pipe up and say “Made Ya Look”, and “Time to Unsubscribe” on a daily basis when I’m on the net. I’ll see if those simple concepts will help me now start to come back to more of me, whom I need to be in touch with.