the air was thin and sweet

Farewell, all is well, I've left all my accounts open but never visit, not even to say hello.

A hush, and quiet transition out of the ramifications in knowing the garbage people say and bothering about other's useless and trivial virtual postulation, and quite honestly, stamping out the harshness that it brings out of me. It feels so right and new to get into people's lives again. I have begun to grow tired and mostly discouraged with social media and the superficiality it puts off. The same conditions that I let creep into my heart and ego and fingertips. Everyone shows off their kids like they're the best and cuter than yours, or that abrasive and angry talk would get pronounced with boldness that would otherwise go unsaid because no one really cares that much in person to say it face to face.

I love hearing about people's day, life, marriage, job, from their lips. I love hearing how so and so lost weight and is doing well in health and paying off debt. I love to hear how school is coming along, and what someone is learning from their bible studies. It's better to hear someone's troubles in person, and look in their eyes, and mourn with their losses and struggle in person, rather than to see a desperate sad soul looking for self serving sympathy in the self inflicted woes published online; in the nothingness of vast superficiality where no one really cares that much, but they sure do have something to say.

It's like a car wreck on the interstate - everyone wants to stop and look and feel the shock value, and it causes congestion and me to be late to work. Rubber necks. That's social media for ya! Haha. Everyone have become the ultimate voyeur and source to offer life's solutions and criticisms.

Then again, all social media isn't THAT bad. After all, I'm writing on a blog. And it's a great tool for the Gospel, if wielded correctly, and marketing and finding silly meme's that really are clever, and probably will cause for some Paleontologists in a millennia to look back and think, "What in the Sam Hell?"

Summer nights sitting on my back lawn, looking into the campfire, having made my friends drinks, I feel so free to drink in their company and listen. Just listen. No noise, no clutter, just heartfelt enjoyment and laughter.

But it is nice to get to know people again, and not assume on them. And I'm not as tempted to boast about myself, since it is only Christ by whom, through whom, and to whom all these things are made and being made. My life is full of his graces and the fullness in him is all I seek, so I stick to God's analogue Twitter, Proverbs, and turn to find my face in his book.

I'll still be funny, even if you don't get to peek into my life as much. I'll still be funny even when you roll your eyes and think, "What in the Sam Hell?"

Thank you Jesus for summer, friendships, graces, yes, your grace.