Today I’m going through Facebook and unfollowing everyone and everything that upsets me. I’m down to cats and comedy and comedic cats.
Just in case I die and someone snoops around my follows, I’m including NPR, National Geographic, and the Dalai Lama so I appear intelligent and caring. No one needs to know that I just watch videos about the feline Stars of the Internet.
I figure if I’m on social media less and my home is getting tidier-ish, I have more time to host gatherings, which, as you know if you read my previous post, I’m eager to do.
When I envision throwing a party, it’s always a bore for my guests, if any show up. I feel pressure to be an amazing hostess:
And then there’s the fear of people staying long past my comfort limit, but if they do, I figure I can end the party by feigning death.
Maybe I’ll just keep the place a mess and let the idea of human interaction go.