Seriously, if I see another “Which (Insert Television/Movie/Pop-Culture Reference Here) Character are You?” post on Facebook I might just scream. Loudly. Like an eight year old that was just told he has to take a nap. At 3:30 in the afternoon. Because he’s cranky.
Because…
I am cranky. Cranky at seeing “Which ___ are You?” posts. I’ve done one of those absolutely pointless tests on social media, only to find that instead of discovering a deep hidden meaning within my psyche I’ve instead lost two minutes of my life I can never get back. Ever.
And, oh, I’m 53% right brain and 47% left brain, warm and social personality who is sometimes an introvert but often times an extrovert who would also be a master Jedi…If you believe in that sort of thing. I’m just sayin’. I also enjoy long walks on the beach.
If you’re wondering where I’ve been, the answer is nowhere. I’ve been right here the entire time. Sitting in my chair, staring at my screen. I’ve just been quiet, because quite frankly there is enough noise in the world that I simple don’t need to contribute to it all. Unless of course you consider this rant noise, in which case, welcome to the party!
Truth is, there is a whole lotta noise on the internet. On social media. Some of it is actually good, surprisingly. Most…Not so much. Memes are a little played out, don’t you think? I can only see the same picture of Ashley Wagner so many times before I stop laughing at whatever absurd comment someone has added below her face. I’m not saying one or two aren’t funny, but after that the jokes just seem a little too much backcountry inbred… You recognize them as the offspring of a good joke, but it’s a little more sad than it is funny.
Like, way to beat a dead horse there, internet. Thanks.
But don’t get me wrong. I’ll be around. Like the rest of the global community, I’m addicted to the internet. It’s where I get my news, socialize with friends I haven’t seen in 20 years, stay in touch with my AWESOME FANS, do research for my books, find pictures of far off places I dream to one day visit, and yes, occasionally, laugh at a ridiculous picture of a furry little mutt dressed up like Yoda.
Greg Morton 
LOL. I know what you mean, Greg. Those bitstrip things on Facebook were driving me nuts (and it’s a short drive, more like a long putt) until I found out how to block them.
I spend too much time on Facebook, and I usually end up thinking “wow, what if I’d used that time for writing”. And then the next day I’m right back on Facebook again…sigh.
“A long putt” LOVE it! I have found that my recent absence (or distance, shall we say) from social media has resulted in my working on my book more. WhoDaThunk?