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Why I Ross-and-Racheled Facebook

How did one of Facebook’s most dedicated users and fans come to take a break? It all started this past spring when I learned that I’d gained 3 pounds. I know you are thinking that 3 pounds is nothing, but it is not nothing when the 3 pounds is added to someone who is 5 feet 2 inches, shrinking fast and who had already reconciled the FIVE pounds that menopause gifted her. So, it wasn’t just 3 pounds, it was more like TEN, if you’re rounding up, like a third grader.

I couldn’t do any of those butt-kicking workouts with Jillian Michaels to lose the extra 3#s, because I was going into severe back spasm each time that complete fatherfuckingwhackjob led me through an exercise routine with “her girls.” <— the 2 grown women behind her; not her breasts. As it turned out, I couldn’t even do a lateral move without hurting myself. So, it was daily walking to control the pain+spasm and I don’t know about the last time YOU tried to lose weight via walking+menopause, but it is about as easy as trying to convince someone that a person “high up in the Vatican” is following you.

So, the first thing I did was what every self-respecting female who’s been jacked up on mood-controlling, don’t-bite-the-kids’-heads-off meds for 5+ years: I went off my anti-anxiety pills.

no justice_going off meds

Now, anti-anxiety meds are a great invention for thickening one’s cheesecloth-like skin that, for decades, has let EVERYTHING in. It creates this shield around your entire body, protecting you from bitchez and also from some Serious Bitchez. The problem is that the new layer also happens to be PHYSICAL. Hence: weight gain.

But even worse is that the added “layer” ALSO covers your vagina, which — last I checked — includes the clitoris, meaning that I wanted to have sex about as much as I wanted to have a Rhode Island Tesla driver run me over in a still-needs-to-be-painted crosswalk on my way to a Yacht Club party involving drunken WASPs and wife swapping, which is to say, for those of you just joining us — never.

Once off the meds, everything started depressing me, Facebook the most. So I stopped posting. Well, okay, I had my husband change my password for me. Hello! I was completely addicted to that guy!!

But guess what? I started feeling better! The depression abated and I became much more FOCUSED. I even started Thinking Ahead. I was like the love child of Martha Stewart and Thich Nhat Hanh.

What’s going on now? I thought I’d go back on Facebook after we got back from our summer trip, but one dip into my Newsfeed had me shutting that fucker down faster than a southern republican on his state’s last abortion clinic. I could tell you a gagillion things that bug me about Facebook right now, but it’s not Facebook. It’s me! So, Facebook and I will continue to take a break AND if it wants to sleep with 250 million other people while we’re on a break, that’s okay by me.

Facebook F*R*I *E*N*D*S

Facebook F*R*I *E*N*D*S

19 replies »

  1. Good for you! It’s such a time sucker anyway, especially if you’re a person who has a lot to say and you’re following Bigfoot’s lead by not liking posts to improve your feed, but making comments instead. I’d like to take a break from that and be someone else for a while, “meh’ing” all over the place.

  2. okay…very jealous and hoping my work will take me OFF FB soon too with new software to communicate with my team, but could you PLEASE now get a phone! hahahah! Tea SOON!!! xo

    • ha! the family is threatening to buy me a phone for my 48th bday. we’ll see. i hope your communication software doesn’t make MORE plugging in necessary for you!

      • Go FAMILY!!!! hahaha…. nope comm software would get me off FB unless I wanted to be there….down time, etc… not too much of that these days though and hate getting sucked into the FB-land! You just narrowly escaped from the sound of it…but are missed!

  3. oh you guys are the best.
    I want to read more, I’m trying not to eat up all my paid office hours by reading your blog. I might get fired. Then I’ll blame you.. NO WAIT.. I guess I would have to blame Katy.

    JUST KIDDING (sort of)

    looking forward…

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