On October 10, 2021, I made a big deal among my friends -- both online and offline friends -- about deleting my Facebook account. "The Internet is bigger than this immature guy's fantasy," I told them. "Did you know he hoarded 90 percent of the IPO rewards for a full seven years after taking the company public? That is narcissistic, not to mention fascist and evil, and I am outta here for good. You know where to find me if you want to keep in touch."
"It's not called Columbus Day any more" -- IPDoHRR 2021 was my deletion day
By the way, I will very likely direct some of my old FB friends to these columns, as I do plan to write for MooMoo's Community in a more frequent and generous way than I shared on Facebook. If things go well with the assets I transferred over, I might share pictures of my 23 year old Siamese cat who, sadly, died earlier this year, only a few days after one of Facebook's goons got too close to him. 23 year old kitty cat and I had lived in a small studio apartment on East O'Keefe Street in East Palo Alto a little more than a decade ago; cat (he/him) was somewhat of a celebrity among my friends. More on that later.
Speaking of quitting: a 1000 day milestone
Like all technical documentarians who take exquisite care to document important and legally-binding actions in precise detail, I captured and archived the last moment (shown above) before I completely deleted my Facebook account. On a nondescript and unowned Chromebook, I tethered my cellphone connection to the Chromebook and connected it to a cellphone tower (no way did I ever consent to give that college dropout CEO my cellphone data) outside a building of my rez husband's Alma Matter: Portland State University. I did this from inside my automobile in proximity of its Native American Student and Community Center where we were celebrating what we who learned better call "Indigenous Peoples Day" in 2021.
And speaking of celebrations: am very soon to be celebrating 1000 days in recovery.
calculated from IPDoHRR 999 days before July 5, 2024
1000 days is a big milestone. I have long-term sobriety (over a decade) from another unhealthy habit. Trust me when I say that the life-altering positive transformations from quitting the bad things have been well worth it. The long-term view to keep at the forefront of your mind during the initial rough patch is that the rewards will always outweigh the initial weirdness of not having that "crutch" -- find and network with others who succeeded. The longer I've been away from each bad thing, the stronger and more disciplined I've become. That gentle assurance of "you are not alone" can be yours, too, even if you are afraid of how people in your social groups might "react" to your taking control of your own life. Those who disagree with your choice or try to sabotage your success are probably not real friends anyway. Dr. Ramani has several videos along the lines of "How to thrive after escaping narcissistic abuse" that can work well if you're the kind of person who struggles with doubts. For some people, it may be an epiphany that they are in fact victims of narcissistic abuse if they logged into FB and shared ANYTHING AT ALL between 2012 and 2019. A CEO who hoarded 90 percent of your equitable karma to impress an Asian American doctor he would NEVER have been able to get without his privileged abuse of the petrodollar? You did not do anything wrong -- he did. The CEO's days are limited.
Prior to the expiry of the petrodollar, Facebook's goons were drunk on the delusion that they had "outsmarted" the system, maxing out credit to buy apps they could never create on their own, buying friends they could never make on their own. With all the arrogance and entitlement you'd expect from the CEO who backstabbed a former engineer he had hired to implement anti-bullying measures by enabling misogynistic slurs on his technically-inclined daughter to "get back in the kitchen"?
Suffice it to say I am SO GLAD I left when I did, and wish I'd quit sooner.
The warrior kitty must have known exactly what was going on; I've felt oddly empowered since his passing and know that even though he did not get to live as long as he should have, he did not die in vain. His bravery and courage taught me hope is not lost with persistence, one day at a time.
In conclusion, you too can recover from narcissistic abusers of the petrodollar. If info this column is news to you, and you're regretting investing any dime of your 401K in Facebook, is not too late to divest and quit. And about the particularly sick goons who doubled down on the petrodollar fantasy that is "Meta Platforms"? They probably play too many games and did not do enough research into its business model. Trust violated does not get restored. Advertizer industry is as fickle as the typical American's attention span. Thankfully, college dropout CEO was unable to ensnare
the youngest generation into his web of deceit and scandal; the future is not lost.
remix from https://newsletter.pragmaticengineer.com/p/trimodal
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