Of Dodgeball and Spilling the Milk

Within the middle of a facebook hibernation, I've become painfully aware of a fear all children share: Not being picked for kickball!

Being off facebook kind of recreates those feelings of inadequacy. Now, I was never the last kid picked,  no matter where you were in the picking order, you can always imagine. Picking teams is always telling and it was always scary.

In many ways I feel that by being off of facebook, I am being picked last. I get no little thumbs ups. I get no clever comments. I barely get personal emails anymore, so what do I have!?! I have texts.

I have never been a text message connoisseur, but now I love texts. They are like gold little nuggets on my phone. What's cool about this is that texts are from people who usually really know you. It's rare that I get random texts from people I barely talk to. Texts are from the peeps who you know deeper...so for me, that's cool.

But being without facebook also kind of makes you feel like you just spilled milk on your crouch at the cafeteria. You don't know what to do. Do you move? Do you stay? How do you survive your life when everyone is talking about you...or in this case, not talking about you or to you?

It's lonesome at times, but it is also healthy. It is healthy to leave the superficialness of dodgeball and spilled milk. It's healthy to see that you have worth way beyond an electronic thumbs up. It's healthy to lose yourself in worthwhile endeavors and not wonder what you are missing every second of the day.