Everyone knows I pop into FB every millennium or so, and I have contact with everyone I know on FB so I deactivate it unless I am caught within a struggle of whether I would like to return or not. I am also probably going to bring it back up to share some art and spread creativity to the masses, but when I am deactivating it, sorrow overtakes my soul.
When you're deactivating your FB account and the images of people you care about show up and it's like "These people will miss you!" you're like FFUUUUU and Facebook has the stones to troll my genuinely soft carebear heart. Underneath all of the metalness I am a lover, not a fighter. That is all that is man. Yup yup. I fight because I must.
And so, facebook brings out my carebear, that which should not be seen. I must be off doing metal things like slaying dragons and scaling mountains. When my friends see me off from deactivation, it strikes my manly heart
Lost I am.
Pollvolution: The Revolutionary Poll Guild
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