†: Well, not really. Like, what? Four months. Sheesh.
Time moves slower when you're not on TheSocials™. Actually, it's just as busy and things are just as crazy, you're just dealing with RealPeople™ instead of virtual strangers.
So, I logged onto my Fosstodon account for the first time in a while. Mostly because Kev was talking about how the service is 5 years old, now. I was interested to see what people were doing while I was gone. Did they miss me? What are they up to? Did I miss out on any cool tools? That's when it hit me: Oh no! The FOMO monster is back! Dark patterns everywhere.
Instead of dragging myself through that particularly nasty addiction cycle, again, I decided to update my profile with my contact info. As there were some requests from the community as to how I was doing. 👋 Hi! I'm doing fine. Well, as fine as anyone suffering from depression and accute laziness could be.
Anyway, it's weird knowing that there is something there that has this whole activity stream going on, and I'm choosing not to be a part of it. Part of me misses it. I do know that it serves less of a productive purpose in my life, and that it's far too easy for me to get addicted to the back and forth with people online. To the detriment of my real-world friends and family.
I wish I could successfully manage that part of me, but it continually elludes me. Maybe one day. Maybe one day I'll have my life sorted out. Until then: just keep swimming.