The UN-friending…I had to make a serious change due to my own attitude towards work lately. In the service industry, its basically a guarantee that you will carry out a policy (that you believe in) and in turn, get absolutely shit on by someone. This is just a sweet fringe benefit of any service job. Despite being successful at my career and landing a good, full time, benefitted job in a tourist area, I found myself exhausted by service. Meaning, I didn’t want to help you. Period. I would do it, but not to my best ability because the desire was gone. Done. Left the building. So, when asked for help my answer was outwardly yes but my soul was screaming no! I had to fess up to my boss what I was going through because my numbers were not telling that same sad story. Well, this wise dude, who is so weird sometimes walked me through my own thought process every day which was clouded and often JADED by negativity. It was literally starting the second I woke up. We all check our FB first right?! Don’t lie. I was doing it too and you know what it was saying to me?

• You’re a loser if you don’t forward this/pass it on.
• You suck if you don’t believe in this, that or whatever.
• You suck if you do believe this, that or whatever.
• If you don’t copy/past/share/make this as your status for an hour or donate to my birthday charity you will not go to heaven OR win the Mega Lottery. 

And god forbid if you’re a liberal there is a MAGAt waiting for you. Lib-tard. Snowflake. Butthurt. Intolerant left.  He won, get over it.

Social media was impacting my life and dominating my thoughts in the most negative way, but I didn’t want to give it up. There are a lot of little pages I follow—makeup, concerts, body positive shit—and some friends whose political and personal beliefs that align with mine. And the clincher of the FB saving deal is that this is how daycare communicates their business status and they own me right now.  So, the plan of action???? I have to be brave and do the unthinkable. Unfriend. Unfriend. Unfriend. Unfriend.  I thought about friendship and what that means. I thought about friendship in real life vs. the social media kind. I thought about how most of my “friends” that I grew up with no longer like my photos and only comment in their self-righteous little way when I post something about HRC or AOC.  I thought about how much those “friends” of mine were either intentionally or unintentionally hurting me with their posts. And by the way, I’m a firm believer that if you accept or seek a friend online then its’ an unsaid rule that you agree to subscribe to what they are putting out there.  So, what’s a girl to do to get her sanity back and keep her social media alive? Unfriend, that’s what!

I’m one month in and loving this positive change. I’m not afraid of the question, “why did you unfriend me?” because no one will never ask me that. Being direct is not how people shine or show the best version of themselves on social media.

I have less friends and things are no longer as soul crushing as they once were.