Today culminates and concludes the intensive program I participated in every single one of the last 26 days. No it wasn’t a fat farm, and it wasn’t rehab you bitches.Just under 40 people from all around the world participated. Over the last few days, people have been frantically collecting numbers, email addresses, and making big promises to meet up soon. Can folks just admit this over-emotional, hyper-attachment is mostly a big bag of bullshit? It’s like summer camp: a short, intense bonding experience. Honestly, how many people do you still speak to from summer camp?Of the forty or so people I was forced to spend the last 26 days straight with, there are approximately 4 I’m interested in keeping up with in the future. I will make sure those people know how to contact me and I them. I prefer to keep a tight circle and put energy into people that don’t make me want to burst into flames. Anymore, pretenses to the contrary wear me out.Enough with the Facebook. I have never had a Facebook page and I will never have a Facebook page. Facebook encourages some fake fuckery, as if you can collect friends like trading cards. As long time readers know, I value privacy over accessibility. I realize I’m in the extreme minority on this point, and I promise I understand and still ♥ you even if your are a FB fanatic.I know goodbyes are difficult, but I refuse to undignify myself by lubricating the farewells with a bunch of false promises.
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