I am liberated from facebook. Too great was the seduction of attempting to captain this rudderless clunker of an existence without being approached by mutinous acquaintances who only want to talk about how inappropriate I am on facebook.
You are the nuns I caught window-shopping in Florence. My silence gets criticized as much as my tirades. My affection and my disaffection both get construed as affected. But of course, continue to judge me harshly and stalkingly over here and to bore me with your deep thoughts about how I should or shouldn’t when I bump into you in the street. After all, I am nothing without you. I love you.