It was 1997

When I first witnessed my best friend order Doc Martins from the world wide web. I was literally astonished.

Last Christmas I ordered all 4 of my kids shoes from Addidas application. An application, some miniature web site that I keep on my phone.

It’s almost been 30 years since Kt ordered the Doc’s. In 30 years, all of humanity has changed so much, I do believe my head is still spinning.

It feels wrong.

I have now been off Facebook and grounded myself from social media for at least 6 months now. Except I must admit I’ve been cheating with Snapchat, calling it purely a messaging app. Streaking ya know.

I do not miss Facebook. I only miss my friends and family who have passed away. It dawned on me only yesterday that since I completely deleted my whole Facebook page after 15 years, I was no longer “friends” with my friends who died, so even if I redownloaded it I wouldn’t be in thier “circle.” I probably won’t even be able to see thier pictures anyway now.

I don’t have a clear concise result of my own social experiment to report yet. I suppose because I have half assed it by paying for Apple News plus, and using Snap Chat and Blue Sky. I never deleted my ig account, although I don’t have the application. it is so much like a photo album of the past 13 years, that I couldn’t bring myself to let go.

That there is why point to all of this. I was seeing the algorithm straight through , and did not like it. I have myself permission to let go.

It’s taken 6 months to make up my mind or let go completely. I am hanging on my a thin thread.

What I will say is so far so good. My brain can breathe.

(Oh except my brain doesn’t have lungs, like that one tiktoker said, so what am I ever talking about.)

How can we really have any originality when we are constantly consuming content.

Constantly consuming everything and everyone.