Sometimes the Internet is like that. Omnipresent. Addictive.
Recently, coming down off being busy as hell, I cannot jet down. Everything is rushed. Nothing feels really, really, really, really good. I mean, don't get me wrong. My family is healthy, I found a great new home for one of my dogs, and what looms on the horizon is glimmering and golden.
But the Internet is like an overly crowed subway car and I just cannot stop staring at the see-through white pants and black thong in front of me.
Fuck me I am tired and stuck online.
There is just TOO much information.
How can there be so much I want to read? EVERY.SINGLE.DAY
Frozen bubbles? How to clean my cookies sheets? Vaccine controversy?
Seriously, shouldn't it get boring? Shouldn't there be no more new ideas? Shouldn't I be doing something MORE IMPORTANT?
And here I am, contributing to all of that. Another drop in the bucket. Another voice in the choir. Blog, Facebook, Pinterest, Instagram, Google Plus, Tumblr. Platform after platform. SO MUCH CONTENT.