So here we are! Just over a week into my holiday from a passion. Not too shabby at all! I'll admit it: the first night or two were horrible. On the Wednesday afternoon of The Great Quittage, I was stressed about a few other things and just wanted this to go right. Thursday morning I woke up and felt I were on holiday for the entire day. That evening I felt terribly lonely after having not conversed with anyone familiar for over 24 hours, and having had a brilliantly awesome, accomplished day in event project meetings, I wished to celebrate it somehow. Alas, I was home alone that night and instead, in my emotional state, took up smoking again (I was trying to quit for the third time since late last year), while hunched over a notepad and pen, disgusted at my handwriting and scrawny prose.
Since the first 24-48 hours I've not even really cared to go back, and only missed Twitter.
My passwords weren't changed until about a week after the fact; they probably didn't even need changing! The whole point of social media is that everyone pretty much knows what you're doing at any one moment, so I would only be shooting myself in the foot if I were to sign in anywhere. Also, that would be lame.
I've taken to writing again and I'm looking at redoing this entire website. It totally blows and I've wanted to change the theme for years. I'm in talks with a pair of geeks about the design in exchange for knitted goods.
I've not started reading any books, nor have I played any music, driven or hit the gym.
I'm not watching any increased amounts of television or film as I'd expected, and I've revisited communication technologies called 'email' and 'short messaging service' much more than I have in the past few years.
The Facebook, Tumblr, Foursquare and Twitter applications are gone from my iPhone, and I've even stopped absent-mindedly navigating my way to where they were, only to be confused when I reach my 'to do list' and other productivity programs. I've reinstalled the fairly unpopular Viber and WhatsApp, to perhaps contact friends in other ways than my beloved Twitter. Skype is no more frequent than usual.
I socialised a bit more offline though. My housemates discuss Twitter and it doesn't even bother me! I've only once discussed with anyone about what's happening around the world, and I've only been bored on the bus a few times in the earlier days. Luckily I have a pretty happening household at the moment, which saw half of this week taken up with moving an extra housemate into the mix.
I also nabbed a chance to grab the phone number of a uni contact I'd only been running into on the rare occasion since last semester. I still don't have any money to go out and meet new people (it's only been a little while!), but BTUB last week was pretty standard (read: awesome for the most part) and made up for that.
I have found that when my moods fall I cannot blurt out whatever I want to a relatively empty electronic room. Minor anxieties come and go without validation or challenges, and major concerns mostly receive adequate feedback and support. I am not sure if my personal reasons for bailing on social media will have left me by my return date, but at least I have done my best on this more difficult aspect. I have a feeling that on my return in July, I will cull my contacts significantly on all social media networks.
On the cash flow front, I unfortunately decided not to take an offered hotel food and bev job. The late nights meant I would have paid more in taxi fares than an hour's work, and my to-be employer wanted many more hours from me than I was willing to put aside from uni. This latter reason is vital, as I have three major pieces of assessment due next week alone, and four/three essays/exams after that. Ack! Probably not the best time for me to prioritise my financial security over grades (if there ever will be!), although, I'm eyeing off a scholarship in hope of something alternate. Then again, I have spent more time studying (I think) and that is the major point of this experiment.
There you have it. A basic recap of how this is all going. Until next time, I feel compelled to say something... pip, pip!