I Quit Using Instagram and Started Yo-yoing.

Instagram was a lot of fun, but it was taking up all my time. It was also making worry about ridiculous shit.

“Oh no. Did I forget to like anyone’s post?”

“I wonder who my ex is following”

“Should I heart react to her story?”

I don’t have these useless thoughts anymore. I’m free. I don’t give a shit about my digital self. My digital self is dead. Aside from Reddit, I now only exist in the analog world.

I have realized recently that I’m a very fidgety person. I just can’t stop fidgeting. Social media was causing me to fidget with my mind. Mental fidgeting is a thing and it tortures millions of people every second.

Mental fidgeting is essentially an umbrella term I came up with which encompasses the following: thought loops, reward traps, overthinking, dwelling, social-media-detective-work, repetitive thinking, etc…

In order to stop the mental fidgeting, I needed to transfer my fidgeting urges towards something physical rather than mental. Physical fidgeting is the kryptonite to mental fidgeting. There’s nothing us fidgeters can do to expel the desire to fidget. All we can do is find a healthy outlet for fidgeting.

I recently started yo-yoing daily. It is the ultimate outlet for the compulsive fidgeter. If it weren’t for yo-yoing, I’d be laying in bed thinking about social media. I’d be laying there miserable as shit, fighting the persistent urge to lurk my ex’s Instagram. I no longer lurk. I yo-yo. I’ve evolved from a gofer into a snake. In order to truly experience the god-like powers of the snake, one must detach from all social dogma, and this detachment requires a sharp spinning blade. An ancient blade weld by the greatest gods of every universe. As the yo-yo spins, so do the wheels of chance.

As the yo-yo returns, so do I.

To my body

To the present

As the yo-yo returns, so do I

To my purpose

To the Bardo.