Several days ago, I got banned from posting, commenting, or messaging anyone on FB because I made a snarky, tongue-in-cheek comment about the opposite gender to which some mal-adjusted individuals living in their mothers’ basements felt the need to report to the Big Zucc. Boom: 7 days in FB jail.
During this time, I’ve been withdrawing from a very dangerous social media addiction that has plagued my life for years. I finished reading Outliers, which one of my best friends let me borrow. I began re-reading The Great Gatsby, engaged more with my Snapchat friends and rapidly-growing Twitter following, and thought up this blog post.
Now that I’m allowed to post again, I’ve been keeping my time on the platform short. Facebook has become boring and Zuckerberg’s antics aren’t worth dealing with. Hordes of netizens have expressed discontent at his handling of Instagram since it was bought out by Facebook. The ongoing censorship issues and privacy issues have me siding with Gen Z on using Snap, Twitter, and TikTok more than other platforms.
I’m breathing. I’m learning. Most importantly, I’m not on Facebook right now.
Waking up bone ass early isn’t usually my jam. There’s a reason I’ve spent most of my 20s working the 2nd shift. I’m more creative and energetic at night. Anyway, my friend, Kay, posted about a last-minute trip on FB. As I felt the frosty rain pelt my flesh I thought: why the hell not? But, working my old job for less pay means taking the cheapest route from Albany to Miami.
I’m looking at more than 12 hours of travel time. First, I gotta get up at 4am. Then I gotta get some cheap ass road food to eat on the Uber going to the Amtrak station in Rensselaer. After getting off at Penn Station, I gotta take the LIRR to Ronkonkoma then Uber to the airport.
After I arrive in Florida, I’ll pick up my rental car in Fort Lauderdale and drive 45 minutes Southwest until I reach Miami Beach. It’ll all be worth it to travel with my #1 G. 👠✈️🌴👌💰💁♀️🍻🙏🧜♀️
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