The Difference between Right and Wrong 6/21/2024 journal entry

This is where I'm supposed to come when things don't feel right, right? You're supposed to be able to talk to your person about any and everything, but life is what we make it, I guess. If I can't say it at least I can write it. 38 and silent... is almost more frightening that 17 and pregnant. So many questions are begging. My mind is going so many miles a minute. Feels like I'm getting close to losing control and spinning. It was never even 100% from the beginning. Here we go again. The Fakebook saga begins again. Infiltrating and seeping in with its oozy-toxic mess. I hate it to death. It's like choosing from a cornucopia of poisonous drugs. Why do people feel such an intense urge to immerse themselves in outside influences and advice? It's a vice. The device. Satan's tool to pull the wool over our eyes. According to definitions from Oxford Languages, the word device can mean, "a plan, method, or trick with a particular aim." The entire reason these devices were created was "communication". Yet all they ever do is distract, deter, and detract from our lives and remove us from reality and our relationships. It takes a stronger person to not pick up their device these days. It's a sick addiction we all, as one humanity, are facing every day. Social media breeds insecurity, doubt, depression, little-to-no self-worth and unwarranted anxiety, amongst many other things. It promotes false ideas and weak morals and values. I hate that society drives us all like mad cattle with the allure of fancy devices and space-aged technology. No one safe. No one is exempt. Humans are the targets. Young, old, naive, or wise. No one can run, and no one can hide. Everyone is forced to live in and adopt the lies. Turning everyone's eyes from the device in their hands to our savior in the sky seems like an impossible task. What comes next? I'm not allowed to express my truth unless it's to strangers online. Nothing feels authentic or genuine. "I'll be fine." "No one cares." "How I feel about the shit you entertain yourself with is a direct disrespect or insult to me." Nope! Nothing really matters. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to respectfully ask the questions I want to know without causing conflict. Especially when it comes to the social media. At this point, the excuse will always be, "It's a business tool. It's for the business. I have to have it. It's a requirement." So, it's not even a discussion at this point. No matter how negatively it affects me, it's just something I have to accept and learn to live with. Fuck you, Fakebook! You'll never take me alive!!!! >.<