Two Weeks

Facebook is the perfect set up for the ego. You've got all your friends surrounding you, all your "likes". You have a Facebook page specifically designed just for you, all about you. It's no wonder that I crave it when I'm feeling down.

It is two weeks today that I've been off of Facebook. Actually, I have been on a few times, but only to update my Roses for Mary Facebook page where I sell and advertise my rosaries. Other than that, I haven't been on at all.

When I have been on, I find it dull and boring. It's the same subject and the same meme  all over the place. I do like to read others statuses though.

The point is, I think I have rediscovered life without Facebook again. In the beginning, it was a refreshing change of tasks, laundry and children. Now, my refreshing change is reminding me why I wanted to escape to Facebook in the beginning.

I won't deny that I don't have my moments of wanting "escape". Especially when that same stack of dishes are still there, or the kids are whining, or that living room that I just cleaned a half hour ago is messed up again. I want to escape to Facebook to the land of statuses and baby pictures and likes. In some ways, my land of make-believe, where everybody likes me, everybody understands me. (Even though I know it's not true.)

But I always leave feeling more alone, more misunderstood, more unnoticed.

It's been an adjustment, but I'm liking my Judy Cleaver life. I am actually learning how to cook, as I've discovered an interest in trying out recipes...now that I have the time, that is...