Blogging!

How do you waste the most time every day?

I curse myself sometimes, because I can spend far too much time blogging and posting to social media.

I do have a purpose, as a part time artist and illustrator I like to keep people informed of what I’ve been doing during the day. So I posted pictures of the life drawing session I went to earlier on today.

I also post little poems, I don’t pretend to be a poet though, if it rhymes that’s a bonus.

Truly though, I ought to give it a break, but is it dopamine hits you get from picking up your phone and seeing you’ve got a like? If social media removed the buttons perhaps they would get less traffic. And that’s what it’s about isn’t it? Keeping people occupied and interested in the next new thing, be it politics or advertising. So then you get the “I’ll just watch one more video” feeling, and by the time you realise its 3.30am in the morning….

So yes, blogging is probably time wasting, it’s also shouting into an echo chamber, you hear yourself, but does anyone else care. As the saying goes “why don’t you just go and do something less boring instead?”….

Hang on, just got a notification, must check my phone…

Not much happened!

What notable things happened today?

Is it notable to help someone?

I did, and I’m glad.

Was it a success?

Partially, but the computer was bad!

It wouldn’t load details

But still we tried

Going back monday

To try and decide…

Even so my friend is pleased

Notably so

Her trouble was eased.

Anything else notable

Happen today?

I got some catfood

As I went on my way.

I watched some TV

Because I felt frail

That was not notable

It was a fail!

Watched Casino Royale

For the very first time

David Niven starred

It was an awful crime

So very silly

But not at all funny

Notably bad

Avoid it, a waste of money!

Him indoors

Who do you spend the most time with?

We have been together so long.

The hours turn into days

Then months and years

Two people glued together

Joined at the hip

You won’t see him

He is hubby, partner

He is anonymous here

But we are together.

One the shadow of the other

I know when he’s coming home

I can understand him

We will always be together…