OFF

I'm off to Paris in seven hours or so. Despite the jet-lag, I leave for Rome on Friday. So I'll take another break from blogging, from Facebook, from the internet... To be honest, I'm very happy about it. I can't wait to get off the internet. I can't wait for a whole week of freedom. I'm just annoyed by all of this right now.

There are so many things I want to get away from. I need a break. 

I need a break from thinking about other people. From wondering if they actually care. I am so sick of getting sad. I need a break from stupid Facebook. Facebook makes all of us think all our Facebook friends are really our friends, but how many times do you talk to these people, really? If you're seen "active" on Facebook, then they don't have to call you up or send you a letter or an email to see how you're doing. Your status is enough. Maybe my friends think that by reading my blog, they know all there is to know. I feel cheated by Facebook. 

I mean, for many things, it's been really useful. The most recent event I can think of is making a new friend, Anthony from The Young Folk (LISTEN HERE) who thus far has been incredibly nice. And I really do love making friends. If you're friends with me on Facebook... well, I really haven't done anything but post about my new blog posts. Because I'm tired that we're all pretending we actually have 800+ friends, when in fact we don't. And those who don't have Facebook... do we forget them? It's been so hard to keep in contact with my best friend Hatley since she got rid of her Facebook page. And I blame myself for not calling her. But I feel like we really all think that everyone is on Facebook, and that's the number one way to stay in contact. Even with Facebook, I've been in contact with close to zero people. Anthony. Thank God for getting to know new friends. But what about my old friends? Where did they go? Where did you go? I know nothing about what's going on in your lives.

I keep worrying that if I get rid of Facebook, everyone will stop talking to me. And you know what... I bet that would happen. Nobody would notice I was gone, because we've gotten used to having a News Feed that tells us everything about everyone, and we're injected with all this information we don't actually need.


I don’t want Facebook friends. I want human contact. I want people that actually give a fuck about me and who tell me so. I want people I’m interested in, and who are interested in me. I want HUGS, for f**k’s sake. I want people who take time out of their lives to say “Hey, what’s up? Let’s talk.”

I also want to remember that being alone can be fine too. Thoreau did it, and he was fine. Ben Howard (him again, yes) doesn't have Facebook or anything to my knowledge, and has said that he's really bad with all the internet stuff. So what about him? I bet he knows the friends who really care about him. I don't really know anymore. At all. And I don't like that feeling.

I hope you know that I absolutely love making friends, especially when there's a connection, when we have something in common, I love meeting people... But there's something wrong lately, and I can't get rid of the thought.

So I'm off.
For a while. Sorry.
Hopefully I'll get some songs out of it.

Love, Freedom & Truth,


V.