If we're being pedantic it's actually been a little under two months since my last post and some of you may have noticed I was quite literally entirely 'absent' during that time, having shut down all affiliations with the online world, and not just merely 'neglectful'.
But where have I been and what in god's name could I have been up to that warranted this much time away from the emotional sustenance that is the Internet?
But where have I been and what in god's name could I have been up to that warranted this much time away from the emotional sustenance that is the Internet?
Readers, I was off doing absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.
You see, I woke up shortly after my self-righteously charged blog of November 3rd and realised I couldn't remember a time when I didn't devote 60% or so of my day to wondering if somebody, somewhere were talking about me.
In essence I fell prey to my own objections to social networking as a whole.
When one begins to worry how many people have viewed that status update on your particularly delicious sandwich it's time to stand up and admit: "My name is Annie Phetamine and I have a hypocrisy problem".
So I logged off.
[The first few weeks are the worst but it's something I would endorse to all of you.]
I sat my exams, finished all those essays (postponed in favour of seeing how many times I could click 'Refresh' and have bugger all happen), didn't get that hedgehog, hosted two house parties, attended the odd exhibition, made brief trips down to London, entirely re-did my wardrobe, doffed piercings, dark hair and my eyebrows, gained a new group of friends, went back to Manchester, declined to meet my old classmates, survived Christmas and engaged in one ill fated 'Brief Encounter'-esque love affair with a musician.
In short, I reclaimed my life...silently.
Yet, like all truly fatal addictions, I've crawled back into the public sphere before the turning of the year and reclaimed my place as that well loved local blog whore; loitering upon your virtual doorstep, asking for sympathy and spare change.
But, all moral high-ground may not be lost.
I will most ardently NOT be returning to Facebook, Twitter or any of those other exploitative dens of vice that (during my time in rehab) have updated themselves beyond my comprehension.
In compromise, this solitary outpost only shall remain to allow me to vent creative spleen and avoid becoming a doddering recluse.
There are many stories to tell, rants to be had and personalities to be slandered yet.
Annie.
<3
You see, I woke up shortly after my self-righteously charged blog of November 3rd and realised I couldn't remember a time when I didn't devote 60% or so of my day to wondering if somebody, somewhere were talking about me.
In essence I fell prey to my own objections to social networking as a whole.
When one begins to worry how many people have viewed that status update on your particularly delicious sandwich it's time to stand up and admit: "My name is Annie Phetamine and I have a hypocrisy problem".
So I logged off.
[The first few weeks are the worst but it's something I would endorse to all of you.]
I sat my exams, finished all those essays (postponed in favour of seeing how many times I could click 'Refresh' and have bugger all happen), didn't get that hedgehog, hosted two house parties, attended the odd exhibition, made brief trips down to London, entirely re-did my wardrobe, doffed piercings, dark hair and my eyebrows, gained a new group of friends, went back to Manchester, declined to meet my old classmates, survived Christmas and engaged in one ill fated 'Brief Encounter'-esque love affair with a musician.
In short, I reclaimed my life...silently.
Yet, like all truly fatal addictions, I've crawled back into the public sphere before the turning of the year and reclaimed my place as that well loved local blog whore; loitering upon your virtual doorstep, asking for sympathy and spare change.
But, all moral high-ground may not be lost.
I will most ardently NOT be returning to Facebook, Twitter or any of those other exploitative dens of vice that (during my time in rehab) have updated themselves beyond my comprehension.
In compromise, this solitary outpost only shall remain to allow me to vent creative spleen and avoid becoming a doddering recluse.
There are many stories to tell, rants to be had and personalities to be slandered yet.
Annie.
<3
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