Diary of a Facebook Prisoner: Jesus Martinez

DAY 4 in Facebook Jail

It’s been 4 days since my facebook ban. Not one person has messaged or emailed me to see if I am ok. To see if I am dead. To see if I am stuck in the fucking well of a tree after a day of mountaineering. Nothing.

No one has issued a search party, missing persons report, nothing.

I feel like Anne Franck, locked in exile, only the Nazis aren’t coming, no one is coming, because no one even noticed I am gone and they don’t visit the site to check in. Their heads are up their own asses as they sit their figuring out how to word a status based on how offended they were at the grocery store or whatever.

I feel so alone but realize that it is Facebook’s illusion of superficial companionship and conversation that has made my real life relationships cease to exist.

I also feel that real life relationships are far more exciting and interesting…when I don’t know every annoying piece of garbage soundbite that enters a person’s head over the last few years.

It’s like people aren’t so bad when it’s a “Hello, do you want fries with that”….or a “Hello, how are you today”….

Facebook prison…is the most beautiful place in the world…

Here are some morning Links…in the morning…

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