The other day, Twitter suspended my account temporarily because of a post i made where i was mean to President Donald J. Trump, who is a member of a protected class: bigots. I appealed the suspension and lost, so i’m appealing again. They won’t unblock my account unless i delete the tweet, which i am unwilling to do.
In a weird rage, i threw my phone against the door. Lately, any little thing has been setting me off. i don’t even remember what this time involved, but i’ve vowed to stop taking my prescriptions and just drop them all off at a drug drop-off. I also called the mental health clinic i go to and canceled an upcoming appointment. They asked why, so i told them i’m sick of being fucked up and nothing was working so i didn’t want to even try anymore. They responded by asking if i wanted to close my case so i said yes. I quickly hung up once she confirmed.
Honestly, i was a little weirded out that they didn’t try to help somebody obviously having a mental health crisis.
Anyway, at some point i finally got the nerve to look at my phone, and sure enough i saw bad screen damage in the corner, so i threw it into the garbage, logged into my mobile account, and deactivated my phone.
Then i deactivated my Facebook account. Previously, i had begun the process of deleting all my posts, comments, likes, and photos, and it was still ongoing, so it doesn’t really matter that it’s all gone now.
Oh, i almost forgot: i figured out how to delete my Instagram too, so i went ahead and did that.
At some point i heard a notification sound coming from the garbage so i fished out my phone and took the SIM and flash storage out. Out of curiosity, i peeled off the tempered glass screen protector. Apparently it did a great job, because i really whacked that thing against a metal door from about 15 feet away and the screen was actually undamaged.
So i guess all i’m saying here is that i’m having a crisis and burning every fucking bridge i can burn.
Almost cut my hair
Almost sharpened a knife
Told my wife to go ahead and call the cops because even though i knew i couldn’t hurt another living thing, i figured it would probably have been a good idea anyway. She didn’t.
Anyway, i’m still on Diaspora and Mastodon.
And the universe won’t survive Heat Death, so not a single bit of any of this even matters in the slightest.
