I started with a rough ranting article around the Likes, Follows, pop-ups and it became this ..
Break #space (a notice)
Oh, I do… like you; with your quickie searches fumbling about somewhere I can’t see but somehow feel and then: bam! You surprise me with infinite wonders.
And there are the treats, endless. Widgets and stars and likes that make me feel all fuzzy inside.
But, and I know we never agreed to be exclusive, but… still you share, so much of me.
OK, I agreed. Just, I wasn’t expecting it to be so personal. Strangers asked me for a holiday and invited me for cake – I felt… confusion. Happy & violated equally.
I love what you do to me, for me, with me! Ecstasy delivered daily with updates and immediate gratification (almost) guaranteed!
Yet – it’s not you, no, of course not. It is me. I feel a little, betrayed. I wait by the side-lines as you: whizz-bang about with all the others. It makes me question: us. What is the commitment here?
So, this is Not a break-up. A break, though. I need space. To re-consider our status.
If you want to, give an opinion,
call / email
maybe a tweet, something short & sweet, to show me that you do care.
Then, maybe we can have a real relationship. x
by Elizabeth Haley-Wood
a Dear John/Jane to the glorious Internet!