Cutting People From My Life Is Harder Than Ever

How do you gracefully tell people to F off these days? Since everyone likes to play Internet P.I., it’s become increasingly difficult to end relationships. Something, quite frankly, I used to be very proficient at.
DeadSpace. EndSpace. LonerSpace.
That’s what the Web needs. A Website where you have no desire to tell anyone where you are, who you’re married to or what your current mood is. The site would be designed to tell people not to waste their time looking, because you have taken preventative measures not to be found. And even if the person does manage to track you down, this Website sends a message that you are not to be disturbed – forever.
Anonymity is a beautiful and important thing. I want mine back. Proxy servers help keep my surfing activity private. Can I get a
human proxy server?
From what your house is worth to how much money you make, the Internet reveals too much.
If I haven’t called, written or texted you in more than six months, it’s highly unlikely I want to receive a LinkedIn request from you.
Let alone grab a beer.
It’s no secret that as we get older we tend to shed our circles. Heck, mine is starting to look like a funnel. But that is by choice.
Before you send me (or anyone else) a friend request, I ask you to visualize the following:
Pretend there is no Internet. No computers. That means, any communication we have will have to be face to face.
Still want to connect? Probably not. Because these types of relationships take work – something most people are too lazy to put effort into. If you honestly want to reconnect, call me or drop by.
So consider the ‘Do Not Disturb’ doortag hanging on the door and buzz off!








Little by little I noticed that the once so-popular and hyped Facebook platform has turned in to a perfect spam box, spam with friendly greetings of… your friends.
Luckily facebox can be rather satisfying, ego-galaxy-stroking even, too… because right now I am… see the second screenshot.
Since I started blogging many moons ago, one thing that has never failed to amaze me is how blogging communities will fight tooth and claw when getting into arguments. Call it the blogging possé, if you must, because it seems to be that way. And I don’t mean possé in the (generally obsolete) legal sense (meaning law enforcers deputizing the citizenry for law enforcement functions), but rather in the sense of cliques and gangs.



