I used to enjoy Facebook. Perusing the pictures of family and friends enjoying different lifestyles filled some of the void this past year. Now we all do the same things, with the exception of one friend who posts lovely nature photos. Eat, sleep and look for variety where there is none.
I have a great niece who posts selfies every few hours with the tag, "I never take pictures of myself." I have a granddaughter who posts self defaming posts like "Why am I so ugly?" Or "If you like me say this or that." I have a nephew who is into the "Nobody will share this." genre.
I have the crazy niece who sneaks onto her mother's page (Why mother does not change the password is beyond me.) and posts bizarre, meaningless combinations of words so badly misspelled and punctuated no one can tell what she is saying. Which may be just as well.
The thing is, people post the same boring stuff day after day just to be doing something I guess, and I read the same boring stuff day after day because I have nothing better to do.
So my new thing, my most recent hobby, has become getting rid of things. I live in a one bedroom, two closet apartment and so far I have managed to remove three car loads of things from my already pared down place. I am down to one chair, a lamp, side table and bookcase in the living room. I have a twin bed, small desk, two chests and a small keyboard in the bedroom.
Monday I will take another carload of clothing to donate somewhere, but I am pacing myself because I am running out of things to get rid of. (I do have one large brown wooden dollhouse to give away if someone wants to pay shipping?)
If I can't unload the craziness around me I can join it by becoming a minimalist.
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