Why do you notify me of the same damn thing fifty million times a day? I used to say this until Facebook stopped updating and made my fucking year. I turned off all notifications long ago, but it shows up when you log in and then you have to clear each one and it’s so damn tedious. Now it just doesn’t update, hurray!!!

It’s just that I don’t want to be notified of every little thing, it gives me anxiety.

Also, I don’t care. Not even a little bit. I don’t care about your kid’s soccer game, your dinner, or your life, not unless you are one of ma peeps, sad but true. I have my own life to live, and my tribe that I am close to, who I care about immensely. But everyone else is just chatter, as it should be. There’s no reason to be so available, all the time, for everybody and it wasn’t always this way. You see, I come from the time before, * audible gasp* cell phones.

It’s true.

Listen, I’m as hip as the next over forty woman, don’t you worry. But I remember what it was like to go out and not have something attached to your hand 24/7. I know what it was like to be unreachable and I took it for granted. My mother could never stalk me to the Pt. Pleasant Inlet with an App, hell, we didn’t even know what an App was!

I wasn’t all up in my friends bizznizz all day long, and there was no political divide, no pictures of everyone’s Starbucks order. Actually, there was no Starbucks. Imagine a world without Starbucks latte and free Wifi. It used to exist and I remember it.

Now, don’t misunderstand, I have spent more than my share of time hiding in the bathroom at work updating my status and reading fanfiction, I sure have. But when my updates stopped, my anxiety stopped, mostly.

I stopped sharing my shit constantly, I got a life.