Being born is like being pushed off a building that is so high, you can't see the bottom - but people whisper 'certain death.' Like being one of those goslings - in the David Attenbrough thing - except we won't learn to fly. Freefall is a high. It grips you tight, red-wristed in present tense, lets you feel nothing but sensation. Allows you to forget, at first, about the end. Falling is breath - taking, but you kind of get used to it. I fell into being - an accident born haphazard and screaming I keep falling through the net of years. On the way down (or up depending on your position) I grab on to things - people, ideas, a nice leather jacket, in the hope they'll slow me down. Though I know the extra weight, will betray me, I drag them with me for a while. I train my grip and can hold on really tight. And I hit things too, sometimes, people, ideas, holes. some cling, some don't. I joined the circus to learn to defy gravity but instead it taught me how to use it, fall better, and not to look down. And we're all falling together, different speeds, different heights, in every direction scared. Avoiding any jagged edges that - may break our fall too early, hurling rocks at each other to clear our own paths, or just to kill time. The seconds rush past ruffling our hair. And mostly when I pass others I smile (or else am told to cheer up), pretend I am not scared, make a joke about something sad, talk about the weather, make my excuses and slip away.
Mostly I live on a different planet…somewhere in outer space (or inner space…or inbetweener space) – if you want to get in touch, telepathy is good (or else the contact form below also works!)
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Social Media exists for advertising revenue – and has the power to shape people. That keeps me up at night. They say don’t bite the hand that feeds you But it bites off thousands of hands that feed it everyday and it seems just fine!
It’s not a case of right or wrong, good or bad. As always, it’s much more complicated than that – and great stuff happens out in the social cyber space too!
but it would be nice to have the choice whether to use social media or not (or to allow social media to use us) and it didn’t feel like I had a choice
I didn’t really like social media Francesca Hyde’s anyhow – so I killed them – best for all of us!