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12th February 2017

Noodles @ 19:41

It has been nearly 14 days since I logged out of Facebook and already the incessant pestering has begun. But the pestering comes not from associates, from Facebook itself. Every day I receive a reminder that I have a Facebook account together with some titbit of information about how someone close to me has updated, posted a picture or liked something. It even reminded me that I had 19 unread notifications (fuck knows what they are), 2 friend requests and 1 event invite. The 2 friend requests were there before I logged out so they're nobody new and the event invite is one I have not responded to since it was posted last year.

So really I'm not missing much.

Instead I have allowed myself a social media diet of 2 Twitter visits and 1 Livejournal scroll per day. A visit to Twitter usually doesn't take me long. I dont experience much interactivity on Twitter, probably because I have less real life people there than on Facebook. Twitter has never been all that engaging for me and has recently been a receptical for sharing non-information like Pocket saves, Swarm check-ins, Pinterest pins and Feedly shares. In fact, nearly everything you can find on stegzyblogspot which is pretty much all I was doing on Facebook in the first place. I had been mooting with the idea of using something like IFTTT or Workflow to auto post to Facebook, but really I couldn't care less.

I mentioned to Zoe today how, by me not being on FB or wherever these days, she could use what she knows about common associates as conversation topics which reminded me of how quickly conversation with other people I know is now becoming harder. Indeed, outside shared Facebook updates and shite telly, day-to-day people seem to have little to say about much. LittleK asked me if I saw her pictures of a celebratory 8 course dinner she'd been treated to, I said I hadn't. E asked me if I had read her monologue about some vaccuous nonsense I can't remember, I said I hadn't and other office conversations involving social media quickly become background noise.

In other news, I have had a fairly uninteresting week featuring drives to work, sitting in work, drives home from work, watching TV and going to bed. Although, I did come home from work one evening to Zoe in a fabulous dress. After she told me to take it off, she put it on herself and went out for the evening.
 
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From:fj_warren
Date:13th February 2017 09:30 (UTC)
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I bet you'd make a great Roger de Bris!

The curse of the young is that they want to be out there and 'doing' and the curse of the old is that they sit at home reflecting. Having done both I find the latter strangely stimulating . . . but I put that down to rheumatism!

Inane conversation is a bit of a turn off for me - I get enough of that when I bus it to the local town and end up hearing ALL the local gossip!

Mr W has just given me details of a BIG invoice I've got to do and, in my haste, I hit the wrong button! Sorry pardon.

Edited at 2017-02-13 09:33 (UTC)
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From:stegzy
Date:14th February 2017 07:24 (UTC)
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See the natural voyeur in me likes eavesdropping in on people's inane public conversations. I need to know if Margaret had her gout looked at and if Alfred ever did manage to sort that leaky pipe. It's like a real life Archers sometimes.
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From:zoefruitcake
Date:13th February 2017 16:57 (UTC)
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I'm sure you would have looked even better in the dress than I did xx
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From:stegzy
Date:14th February 2017 07:24 (UTC)
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Impossible.

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