Life's too short.

We all know the old adage, "Life too short, blah blah blah."  Yeah, probably not without the blahs.
It dawned on me the other day that this is pretty much BS.  I mean, I've done a lot of life's too short stuff in my lifetime and I'm still here.  I know this might ring familiar with the last post; but yeah, at this point I convinced that life is not short.  Maybe for some, but I'm exhausted.

Update

So, the last post was about me shutting down all my social media stuff.  After doing all that, I went and traveled, and manned to not need to check in our share things I saw. I mean, I did with texts to people I'm close to, and that was maybe 50% successful.
But the big thing I realized today is that for the past couple years, there's been no one that feels the need to know if I have landed safely.  That was humbling.  After over a decade of telling someone every time I land somewhere that I'm safe, there's no one to tell that anymore. I mean, Waffles is on my lap happy that I'm safe and home, but she's got no way of knowing until I come through the door.
Again, humbling.  Also, there's been more thoughts about how I'm ready for this all to be over.  Not by my hand, mind you; just the generic I'm old and I'm ready.  But, not to make this a theology post, I'm pretty sure there is no merciful God that in his or her divine wisdom had planned that my time is nearing its end.  So, I grudgingly trundle on.

Shut It All Down

So, my last post was a bit on the dark side. I'll admit that. It doesn't make it untrue. And, to make matter worse, I forgot how true all of that was.
So, rewind to Monday (which was at the end of a weekend of being sick) and the eventual re-realization that I spend much of my time wishing my life was better or getting frustrated at the sheer ignorance of people I know; well, some people.
But, I also realized that just deactivating my Facebook isn't going to solve hire I feel. So, I've deactivated all of my social media accounts. If people want to get a hold of me, there's the phone number I've had for the past fifteen years. They can also email me, and they can probably Google that.
Anyway. This may be the last one of these for a while. Maybe it won't. I don't know. All I know is, I am unhappy but social media is not the solution. I need to be unhappy unplugged.