Satisfaction by Subtraction

In the wee small hours of the early days of this year (January 2nd to be exact), I deleted my Facebook account and my Twitter account.  2019 proved to be a very peaceful year.  

It also proved to be one in which I remained as well-informed (take that for whatever it is worth) as I had been prior to my conscious uncoupling from Mr. Zuckerberg's and Mr. Dorsey's creations.  Information remained accessible - as it always had been.  I simply turned off the tap on the two streams of gossip and, more and more, vitriol, which I had permitted into my day-to-day.  

Mr. Zuckerberg still has his claws in me, of course, through my maintenance of an Instagram account, which I presently have no intention of giving up.  I love looking at photographs (principally those of my grandchildren, but also of sunrises, sunsets, beaches, mountains, and pretty much everything my fellow Buff, Allison Pease of John Jay College of Criminal Justice, chooses to shoot).  

I also enjoy the daily proclamations of whoever runs the "Fuckology" page.  If you have an Instragram account and do not follow Fuckology, I heartily recommend that you consider doing so.  It will make you laugh. It will also make you think. At least that is its effect on me.  If I had $1.00 for every time that either Margaret or Wilma or I come across something on it that we immediately share with one another via text message (although all three of us follow the page), I would be able to ignore my alarm at least one morning a month.

Peace is often hard to attain.  Once you do so, it requires work and perseverance to maintain.  Sometimes, the required maintenance includes the performance of seemingly small tasks that prove to not be so small after all.  

Hitting "DELETE" for example.  Twice. 

-AK