Before getting too lost in a mental whirlwind, take a moment and watch the children fight and my amazing editing skills.
Joke. On the editing skills.
My nails are fuckin awesome but impossible to type with. And I'm gaining weight. Like, this week I found myself overeating for the discomfort and anxiety to go away. But then since I just fucked off my diet, ever more uncomfortable and anxious it's a stupid cycle I've caught myself running into. I've never turned to food for anything, I usually drank in strange times. A hangover is easier to lose than all this weight. But I'll do it. I have the body type where I can gain and lose weight easy. Gotta lost 10 pounds. It's just 10. Not 100, so this should be easy if I can take control.
I find myself wanting to smoke cigarettes again. Smoking supresses cravings, hunger, and anxiety. It's worse than food buuuuuut we all do stupid things sometimes.
OK SO QUESTION: How do you view on showing up at a party you were not invited to?
So, I went to a great night of music over at my dear friend's studio -- invitation only, free beer and great people along with music. Naturally I show up for this awesome event early to hang n' chat before the music lights up. Joe comes by later. Great! Hang out with friends, meet new people, awesome Founders Beer... And as I'm talking with a new friend, I glance to my left... there stands someone I never expected to see, let alone HERE. At this party, of which... he knew nothing about. So, dialogue:
Me: (awkward smile n' hug) Heeyyy, what the hell ya doin' here man?
Dude: Hey well that's what Facebook is for!
Me: Wait, what? Wait, you stalked me...?
Dude: No I -- I just got into town and it popped up that I knew a couple people going to this place and I saw you were going so I came by!
Me: Oh... soooo who did you come with?
Dude: Oh my friends, over there...
Me: Who are they?
Dude: Oh that's my friend (such n' such) and her boyfriend I don't know his name. .... Sooo, are you flattered, or creeped out?
Me: .... liiiittle creeped out. Not gunna lie....
(que in obligatory politeness and awkward conversation for about 2 hours)
As the night went on, and Joe finally shows, it was clear Dude wasn't hanging out with friends. He was hanging on my every move. Every time I went outside, every time I switched social circles, I mean gimme a break. I felt caged in no matter how much I was travelling, he followed me. Bad form, and bold but uncool move. It's me -- your fucking friend...you push me, I pull back further and will punch you in the throat for stuffing up my breathing space. This was an event where you went if you had an invitation. Not an open frat party, this was someone's wonderful home/studio/party place so not a lot of strangers come. This is a good example why I don't like Facebook.
I posted I was there as to advertise to friends who were coming but never did I expect for it to draw out other people. Lesson learned.
Stick to Facebook for networking and event stalking. And never post where you are, ever again.
But I wanna know what you think. How you would have handled it. We've all crashed parties before, and this isn't a party crasher, more like a mood crasher.
AND ON THAT NOTE! FACEBOOK... thoughts? Is it getting to the tipping point of ultimate dependency? Most of us don't go more than an hour without looking at our phone, checking our stats, tweeting fuck-all and taking selfies. What the hell happened here? People hang out together, on their phone, less conversing in person more just hanging out. !!! It's getting wierd, we put too much time and our lives into social media. it's disturbing. I went M.I.A for weeks without facebook, and I gotta tell ya, I loved it. A lot less shit to read, filter through, or mull over. I had my head in the present and not stuck in a screen. Why not just delete the damn thing? Well, I have captured lots of memories and the photos are on that damned website, so I don't want to lose those. Also, I got more acting gigs through FB for a while, more than an agent ever got me. So it's important to have linked in information and updates so future co-workers and people within the industry can see what work you have been doing. If you're busy, people want to work with you. If you're not busy, no one notices you thus usually don't consider you for anything. Shallow. Cruel. Business. It is what it is. You have to whore yourself out for your art sometimes. Not literally whore yourself, like sleep with everyone, just a phrase people...
READ THIS ARTICLE I just found as I was searching for "zombies" and what they look like now compared to the 1980s
The internet is becoming a babysitter, a therapist, a fix, a punchingbag, call it what you will. But I see history repeating itself, if there is an inbalance, one way or the other, we're all gunna get fucked from having our personal info on the internet.
But hey, we're already screwed from many other issues. SO go play. Quit trolling and stalking your ex. Wake the fuck up, and go live. <3