First, I have no idea what happened with the picture post yesterday. It came about when I was cleaning my desk up and it made me laugh so I clicked a pic because I am a narcissistic thirteen year old girl and feel like every time I move my bowels its interesting. Anyhow, I’m not sure why it turned sideways and I have no idea how to fix things on my phone so that is what you get. It also came about as I was experimenting with Instagram and taking a bunch of shots to fill the void that WAS my new account.

I have got to stop signing up for all of these new things. Before anyone chimes up and tells me how old Instagram is I already know but it is a great example of my compulsion to try the latest and greatest. (say great some more you great idiot) This is in direct opposition to my simplify project going on in every other aspect of my life. On the last business trip where I was sentenced to that creepy efficiency suit I spent the sleepless nights deleting all of the nonsense apps from my iPad. After the fifth one I started a tick sheet and the number when I finished astonished me. (now turning into the ished guy) Fifty four applications deleted. More than half I never really tried and the others I gave a shot but they didnt hold my interest or have any value. That wouldn’t be a big deal if I were a tech writer of some sort but I am just an idiot who jumps at all of the free and drastically reduced price apps that look cool. What a colossal waste of time.

And that’s the problem with most of these things I try. They seem so cool but I end up burning a ton of time figuring out that something is a dud or just not for me. So I am now actively fighting my compulsion to try new things. Like that stupid instagram deal. I need another place to post stuff like I need a hole in my head. And not one of those soothing Trepanning holes either. I need to be doing less so hopefully my quality improves… pausing for you to insert joke. I have enough trouble keeping up with this thing and The Twitter let alone my stalking habit on Facebook that I think about leaving every night because I just feel dirty. I still think it would be easier if everyone just had their own page filled with all of their stuff but NOT Facebook. Its a douchey collection of nothing. I want to know what my old friends look like, where they live, what they love, what they cherish, some of their coolest stuff. I want to know the things I’d know if they were closer and we could have more contact. Shit, I guess I just talked myself into reaching out to a few more of them.

I need to go as I’m done with my lunch. Here’s the weird picture I was instagramming around with in another program last night.

stupidstagram