Monday, March 8, 2010
I closed my eyes and I unplugged.....
The time have come where it really is time for a change. I have decided to delete my Myspace. Though it hasnt been used in ages, I got attached to the comfort of knowing that it was there. I really dont see a need for it anymore besides exposing my Santana and showing my ass figuratively and literally. Anyone that knows me know that Farrah is all about embracing change. I was going over this in my mind and No I didnt meditate on it. Growth kinda solidifys change when it is time. This change was always in the making and it took for Neo to unplug from the Matrix. I prepared for the deletion by creating a Facebook and I HATE it. Ironic huh? Never considered making one and with my back being against the wall I did and the experience is horrible. Im running into old highschool friends that have gotten fat and just all weird with beards. People that I forgot about or didnt even care to hear from again are now coexistent online. Some of the biggest dorks are still irrelevant and all the highschool shones are now church women. Like we can really forget about you doing the whole football team in the boys locker room (fact, not rumor) just because you now keep a bible avatar and scriptures on your wall....ANYWAYS, I have adopted the nature of the American Indian where silence doesnt mean lack of interest or disrespect it infact means the opposite. It is because I respect each and every last one of you guys that Im going through with this. Not just the Myspace but social websites period. Nothing personal if this is your "thing" I just realized that if it werent for Myspace, Facebook, blackplanet (do ppl still use this website?), Moco/Mogo space?? and whatever social site is out (im still liking twitter, but evidently that too must also go)would I want to know if Ben and Laury made it through highschool? Do I really want to compliment on your pictures? I was taught that if you dont have nothing nice to say, dont say anything at all. Actually I was never taught this, I just know that I shouldnt tell you that your daughter got the ugliest widows peak and and all your worst features....Im getting off subject, Im just realizing that there are a select few that I make it my duty to call, text, email, plan outtings with on a regular bases. Those who never needed the K.I.T message because we never lost touch and im realizing that theres a reason why some of them didnt make it to my future. How they got lost in the cracks of "i'll call u backs" and "I got a new phone must update the new numbers". Anything, something that indicates youre much more than a page a phony message and an occasional shout out on your comments and No I will never select the No option when you comment on my page "Do you like me?" Theres a reason that you didnt make it into my future, why you dont know whats happening in my life now and most importantly why we are no longer friends. Friend back then carried a different meaning. The adolecent age (12-19) development task is Identity vs. Confusion. That means youre young at the stage, still trying to come to terms with who you are and what role you will play in this society. Believe me, I am far from confused about who I am and what I am to do. I needed these friends then, they comforted me when my mom wouldnt let me get a relaxer back then. They stood in line with me when the new Js came out and rocked them first to class, and if we didnt wear them first, we didnt want them. And now I realized, im good. I dont need these people to validate me, Im well past knowing if the thoughts that I do think are the right ones, if the decisions I make will have me standing alone? I have in all honesty outgrown you, congrats on the new babys, congrats on the new wife, the wedding. You my friend have done your part So why am I trying to hold on to my youth? im a woman now...its my SUNs turn to SHINE. You people have served your purpose and have served it well. I dont need a congregation. I now move in silence...blessings, adieu whatever, however this is my final goodbye
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