Today I tried to chase away the grumpies by crossing some little things off my to-do list. It helped a little. It’s mostly what I tried to do yesterday, too. There is more chasing yet to do.

I am not the first to say so, but social media is addictive. I check Facebook on my on my phone a lot in case my life got more interesting while I wasn’t looking. It’s a little index of boredom: there he goes checking his phone; we’re too boring for him again! But it’s not only other people who get overlooked in this habit. It’s myself. I’m not fully happy with myself, so I check the alternatives.

I won’t advocate self-love here. Even if you could be fully happy with yourself, you shouldn’t be. You are not the fulfillment of the ages, and he has not yet come. If you are too busy feeling alive to deal with life, or not feeling anything, you have checked out of life; you are already dead. You are denying that there is a worthy purpose in life.

I have walked away from Facebook and the internet before. Not for years or anything; a few days or a few weeks. I don’t remember. It’s not a trophy achievement. But I can, and I am thinking maybe I should. Only the problem is not out there, on the internet. It’s within me. Would it indeed force me to face my problems to hide? Or is the hiding the first cause?

I need to break through to myself.