Don’t Shoot the Messenger

Since I stopped using FaceBook, my husband has become the main way for people to get in touch with me, and I feel a little bit bad that he gets caught in the middle. Today he suggested that I get the messenger app so that he doesn’t have to deliver messages to me on behalf of other people, but I just can’t do that. I’m fairly certain that most of the people who want to talk to me are able to at least iMessage me or can get ahold of me through email or even Twitter. Unfortunately, so many people are used to using the FaceBook messenger that anything else seems like a hassle. If I’m being completely honest I don’t really talk to that many people on a daily basis and that’s just because I’m a bit shy and also usually very busy with my day-to-day stuff (i.e. cuddling my cat and watching horror movies). Not having the messenger app means I don’t have to worry about receiving random messages from people I used to know, and it also means that anyone who calls or texts me usually has something important to say.

At some point I’m sure I’ll log back onto my FaceBook and deactivate the darned thing but that won’t be for a very long while.

In other news, I discovered how much I love R.E.M. today, which just goes to show how much I’m beginning to take after my mom. It’s crazy, so much of my taste in music has come from riding in the car with my mom on our way out to Fort Myers Beach, 90s alt rock blaring through the speakers. So I got my taste in music from my mom and, judging by the amount of sugar I take in my coffee, I got my sweet tooth from my dad. It’s too bad he didn’t pass along his guitar playing genes, but I’ll take what I can get.

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