"The hidden path is not rejection but an existence without."
So if I understand correctly, you must avoid fixation on what you are not doing? As Alan Watts says, "do not say I will no longer be an alcoholic, just wake up one day and don't drink"
I engage with actual social media like once or twice per year. A video of an achievement, a picture of the family, or whatever. It causes an embarrassing hyper fixation for the next few days as I check the likes rolling in. I’m feverishly active checking in and out until I’m certain the post will gain no more traction. Then I delete the app and never think to post anything until at least 6 months later.
Basically I give myself a mental illness every so once in awhile and it feels like post jerk-off shame when it’s all done and over with and there is no more dopamine to be had. And I often reflect on the stupidity of the entire experience, but I know I will eventually do it again. And to think people put themselves through this induced insanity every single day. I’m not sure you could ever be truly “present” anywhere or with anyone if you always had an anxious curious thought as to whether or not someone saw your latest post. What a nightmare. (I am anxiously waiting for your reply).
"The hidden path is not rejection but an existence without."
So if I understand correctly, you must avoid fixation on what you are not doing? As Alan Watts says, "do not say I will no longer be an alcoholic, just wake up one day and don't drink"
I engage with actual social media like once or twice per year. A video of an achievement, a picture of the family, or whatever. It causes an embarrassing hyper fixation for the next few days as I check the likes rolling in. I’m feverishly active checking in and out until I’m certain the post will gain no more traction. Then I delete the app and never think to post anything until at least 6 months later.
Basically I give myself a mental illness every so once in awhile and it feels like post jerk-off shame when it’s all done and over with and there is no more dopamine to be had. And I often reflect on the stupidity of the entire experience, but I know I will eventually do it again. And to think people put themselves through this induced insanity every single day. I’m not sure you could ever be truly “present” anywhere or with anyone if you always had an anxious curious thought as to whether or not someone saw your latest post. What a nightmare. (I am anxiously waiting for your reply).
"May these pages, the last fleeting fire of what I was, burn for a
moment, warm for a moment souls haunted by the passion of giving
and believing, believing in spite of everything, in spite of the
assurances of the corrupt and the cynics, despite the sad bitter taste
that leaves us with the memory of our falls, the awareness of our
misery and the immense field of moral ruins of a world that is certain
to have no more of salvation, which prides itself on it and which
nevertheless must be saved, must more than ever be saved."