Twentieth Thought

Facebook...

Hmmmmmm

I wonder to myself, to keep, or not to keep? To reduce?
But why?
Well, lets start with this question. Why do I have a facebook? (Why does anyone for that matter?)

1. To keep in touch with people
( Isn't that what an e-mail is for? And one needs an e-mail to create an account on Facebook, so I could conceivably email anyone I wanted to keep in contact with...)

2. To organize get-togethers of various kinds.
( See the parentheses for number one)

3. To share pictures
(Pictures that I abdicate the right to, in Facebooks ever changing policy.)

3. To update people on what's going on and how I'm feeling.
(Talking in person, AIM, talking on the phone or even snail mail are all much more reliable than that. Facebook statuses are much like twitter, a bunch of people talking at each other but not listening. Hmm.)

So with that said. Why do i have a Facebook?
Probably because I am addicted, like so many others, to being connected to people at all times.
If I don't check my Facebook for too long, I worry how many comments or messages I may have missed. The idea of waiting, or having someone else wait, seems inconceivable.

I think the best course of action would be to minimize my Facebook and check it as I would check my e-mail.
I am doing so for the following reasons:
Firstly, I feel like electronic socialization is replacing in person socialization, and that in having social "fixes" people who are away from me, I am diminishing motivation to actually call or visit them.
Another reason is I feel Facebook absorbs too much of my time that could be devoted to more worthwhile pursuits. Books remain unread, textbooks remain un-studied, essays unwritten, and friends and loved ones un-visited and attended to.
In conclusion my Facebook shall remain in existence, but reduced to the bare minimum for convenience. Thank you for your time.


(I know this sounded ridiculously formal, but that's just the way it ended up, and I think it effectively said what I wanted to be said.)

Nineteenth Thought

There's a funny thing about books. They take you into their world, and their presence lingers even after you've finished reading. Happy stories, with happy endings leave you exhilarated, warm and fuzzy inside.

But not all books have happy endings.
Some books are deep, and sad, and powerful.
The characters problems become yours, and their darkness is your darkness.
It adheres to your skins and seeps into your pores, until your blood is toxic.
Fills your lungs with black smoke and grey ash, until you can barely breath.
You see the world through a different lens.

But their problems are not your problems, and their darkness is not your darkness.
Eventually you shake it off of your skin, and cough it out of your lungs, until all that remains are traces in your blood, just enough to help you remember not to make their mistakes, but not enough to plague you with misery. Just enough so that your memory of their darkness, will help you secure your own sunshine.

Eighteenth Thought

With a personality as warm as summers day
And eyes that speak of spring
You make my spirit dance in joy,
my heartstrings strum and sing

Your voice is the echo of your soul
traveling the land so wide
But carbon copy is not enough
Only the vessel in which its resides

I wonder how warm your embrace is
and how soft your smiling lips,
I want to share our breathing air,
and be close enough to kiss

Seventeenth Thought

What have you done to him?
you've cracked his mask!
He took ever so long to construct it
It was made of bent truths and unspoken beliefs
It was so beautiful, what have you done to it?
It was shining so brightly,
polished with poisons like pride and pretension,
gleaming in it's faith for the shining charade
And now through the cracks we can see his face
What an ugly distorted face it is,
Caked with compassion and love
You could almost call him an individual
Without the mask, he just might think for himself!
What were you thinking?
You should not have thought at all
If things keep going like this, he might start thinking too