Well, that was strangely cathartic and terrifying at the same time.
After trying to reconnect with old friends and looking over my facebook page yesterday I realized that that site, for me, was just holding on to a past life that doesn't exist anymore.
Facebook is neat.
But you know.
It didn't matter.
I opened it originally to reconnect with old friends.
It did the opposite of that.
Drove my old friends away, made a few new friends.
But mostly it was a professional side of me that really doesn't exist anymore.
A side of me that I want back.
But in light of my own life and choices.
The fact that another life long goal, rather than becoming the career that I had hoped it would be was only so much ash in my mouth.
So many lies and hidden agendas and fake people.
That's why I stayed at the library rather than pursuing a career in the theater in this valley.
Because the library was real, the library was genuine.
The world of photo shots, models, relative success, and living comfortably.
Well all of that, that's was the dream.
Now the dream.
Is just to live in peace somewhere.
Maybe have a little cafe or shop in a small town where the locals only know me as the Sandwich guy making perfectly ordinary beast sandwiches.
Then foraying out in costume to go and do and be a real life superhero again.
Because hiding in my fortress of solitude is no longer an option.
So long facebooks, catch you on the flip flops.
~End Transmission.
