A couple of years ago I was spending an inordinate amount of my time fussing with right wing ideologues on FaceBook, to the point where work and relationships were taking a back seat for political discussions with idiots.
One morning I found myself explaining to a woman that Jesus had not, in fact, written our nation's Constitution for the Founding Fathers, as she insisted was the case, when it occurred to me that Facebook was a ridiculous, banal, time-suck best left to the FarmVillers. I pulled the plug on my account, and immediately noticed a sensation akin to having weights lifted from my shoulders. I walked outside, sat under a tree with a drink in my hand, and I watched songbirds for a couple of hours.
Suddenly, life was fun again. Just knowing I had "divorced" the beast made me feel better.
About a week ago, that sensation of 'weight' began to return, and I noticed it was much more pronounced whenever I found myself arguing with people who seemed to have lost touch with political reality here on Earth. Posting on this blog has begun to seem more like a chore than a labor of love, and the more I think about it the more I realize I have, once again, reached an epiphany about how I choose to spend my time.
If anyone needs me, check for the guy under the tree with a drink in his hand. He'll probably have a smile on his face...