Anti-Social

   I deactivated my Facebook account at the beginning of January.

   It's not that I am against it or anything. I just couldn't figure out what real purpose it served for me? I had stayed on so that I could keep in touch with gym people, church people, family, etc... But mostly it was just a barrage of needless information from people I would otherwise have very little interaction with. Nothing against them. I just don't know why I need to be abreast on every detail of their lives. I decided that gym people I could see at the gym and those I were close to could text me if they needed me. I got emails about all the church stuff, so really Facebook was just a needless double-dip. I decided family I could still follow on Instagram and could of course email, text, or call.

   Over time I had grown really used to checking something when I got on my computer though. Now I log on and can literally be done in minutes. Really all I check is email and my bank account. It feels weird closing the lid of my laptop after just a couple of minutes. I am just now realizing how much time I spent needlessly filling my mind with information I didn't even need.

   Old habits die hard though and tonight I logged onto Pinterest, just to have something to mindlessly look at. But I found that after a few minutes I got annoyed and logged off. It made me wonder if I am just becoming more and more anti-social? Am I turning into a jaded stick in the mud?

   The thing is, I don't really care what twenty pancake recipes someone pinned that they will probably never try. I am going to use my go-to family recipe for the rest of my life because I love how it makes me feel tied to generations of family that went before me.

   I don't care about the slew of fantasy pictures of a friend of a friend's dream living room. My reality is, my kids destroy everything. Four, young kids aren't exactly a good mix for white sofas and $250 throw pillows. So I am not even dreaming of anything nice until they leave home.

   I REALLY don't care about adorable, little Valentine crafts (or any other holiday for that matter). Truthfully, crafts annoy the hell out of me. I am happy to just cover the essentials like grocery shopping and making it to the bottom of a laundry basket. I will get next years Valentines this year, the day after Valentine's when they go on clearance.

   I would be blissfully content if I never saw one of the fifty million posts about how many squats and crunches you need to do to get the perfect body ever again. I am not a self-motivator and wouldn't do a routine on my own at home anyways. That's why I go to the gym, where someone else just tells me what to do.

   I don't care about someone else's constant obsession with what is fashionable right now. Truthfully, if I am not in scrubs, I am in jeans. I don't have money or time or places to go in which to worry about if I am at the height of fashion. I try not to look like Tonya Harding in '94 or anything, but the truth is, that kind of hyper-focus on the exterior is not in alignment with my reality.

   Am I sounding like a lot of fun yet? I swear, I am...and practical to a fault!