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The last note of the song [25/01/2010 facebook]

The last note of the song

published by LivingDead gozaimasu Sydney on Tuesday, January 25, 2011 at 22:55
At this point it seems to me to write a note, the My last note on Facebook, to clarify the situation.
I did not expect a "slave revolt" as a result of my announcement of wanting to leave the disastrous social network.
Reasons:
guess having to rely at least two or three, although to be honest I have not even one, is because it is an instinct, a need, and if I try to dig deep to find a rational idea behind this choice, I find a lot of small signs, habits, annoying occurrences that this site has brought into my life.

Justification 1: The time

AND 'motivation more material, the more foolish, the more questionable, but also the first that comes to mind.
I am well aware, I would say that they are the living example of the fact that there is no need to waste time on facebook and if you do not have the concentration, the will and strength to meet its obligations, just anything to make us lose time. Once
, preparing a graduation examination, I was forced to study with such force that all entertainment eliminai possible.
dismounted my computer, tore the antenna of the TV, I began to study levandomi back from all the pencils and blank paper for not drawing.
hour passed when I realized that I had spent the previous 55 minutes to travel with the mind, as I read ! mean, I read the book but I did not understand anything because in the meantime, my mind traveled to the world of fantasy!

But I also know that about 3 years ago eliminai television from my life and since then guadagnai a lot of time that could be used (and it took me) to pursue my interests in a constructive manner.
Facebook, for me, is like television.
I do not consider myself superior, I'm not snubbing facebook because it has become a mass medium or anything like that, I'm admitting my inadequacies, my inability and my lack of self-control.

Justification 2: Friends

It 's hard for me to explain, but the type of communication that allows facebook is a bit' as fast food is fast, powerful, flashy, cheap, but it feeds a little plastic.
I know that the quality of what you write depends on the writer and not the means, I have written and received messages from very deep and beautiful people I've come to love.
I joined Facebook and consolidated many of you and I will always be grateful for this, but as they say "the medium is the message "and this means no more for me.
I wanted to write, I want to communicate with you, if I have something to say.
forcibly having at hand, everyone, at all times, is how to remain locked in a pastry, the top is beautiful and strafoghi but then you start to lose taste and want more, and I do not want to be desired, I just need you and I continue to feel the taste of your presence.

Justification 3: The excitement of change

There is little to say when you go in the mountains, on a farm, they discover the rural life and the beauty of simple life, I think, I tend to piss me off without technology. But
concept, is that I want to go back to "life before Facebook," I want to see how it feels, go back to old habits: "forum, e-mail, blogs."

Justification 4: Simone Carubelli

More than a statement of reasons is a "sign" that life has sent me.
Those of you who do not know, I'll explain in two words:
was a dear friend of mine in elementary and junior high, then we lost touch.
Years ago I added him on facebook but never exchanged a word.
has recently happened to one of those things that tell you do not believe those things to film.
The cinema has indeed united us, like so many other things over the years, even living apart, no contact.
Then one day, thanks to his passion for film, he met my best friend Petra, fell in love and I found one of the greatest friendships of my life.
All this happened without the help of social networks, without Addar, messages, spamming or log; pure life lived.

Justification 5: Paul Mazzullo

This is also a sign rather than a motivation. Mazzullo
Paul was the founder of Radio Rock, who died a little 'time ago of a heart attack.
A couple of weeks ago I happened by chance to discover that your account is still active on facebook.
I know, is not a very sensible are also blogs, are the e-mails, are videos on youtube, but somehow it struck me to think that one could go there and dig in your history, read all the comments, thoughts, arguments, jokes, the digs forever immortalized on the web, forever.
Panta Rei os potamos: everything flows and everything must flow.
behind me moralize, to comment on how things are or should be, as I said this is why I leave facebook, but one of the thoughts that arise when I wonder why this is.

I seem to have expressed its full and complete my motives, I hope no one takes the bad because my intentions are good.
I will not isolate or deprived of human contact, but upgrade what we already have, you are giving me all the time.
I am serene and me is not a difficult choice, a forced or deprivation, with only a course correction.

If I have omitted anyone in the e-mail, write here some of my contacts.

E-Mail: Giulban@alice.it
Blog: www.quelligiovani.blogspot.com
Skype: people-young

send me an e-mail your address so I sign and keep in touch.

PS
on Facebook will stay until Tuesday, February 2, 2011, hurry to contact me!


For maiora!


remember him so
This is the last written note on facebook before my retirement, a simple analysis of the reasons in response to dissatisfaction expressed by some relatives and friends.
dramatized a bit 'on the cancellation of my account, like a sort of imminent departure, for the harshness with which hundreds of posts, miles of history, dozens of photos, will be simply deleted, without leaving a trace.
Let then play some more 'up to 5 days after the end of my "I telematics, recite the epitaph that resonate in the empty spaces, once occupied by my account.

"Life is a fairy tale,
told only what is born, only what he wrote there.
only perpetuate myself in you,
behind the screen, nothing. "

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