my first post

       oh boy my first post!

i joined spacehey upon the deletion of social media on my phone. backing everything up has been bitch, which is undoubtedly a finely tuned system curated by google and meta and god knows who else to make leaving the platforms as difficult as physically possible. the more i separate myself from my phone and addictive short form content i begin to see it as a thief. a thief of joy, more importantly joy earned, a thief of time, a thief of concentration, of independent, critical thinking. im so glad i got out. but even as i start to transform my laptop into a visiting center, a place where i can temporarily go back online on my terms, i've realized something. a huge part of my online presence has been validation and approval. i want those around me to notice me to see me to think about me, why? why and when did i get so caught up in living in the eyes of those who aren't even paying attention? perfectly crafting stories and posts seeking approval from god knows where, and im sure im not the only one. so heres to saying fuck perfection, fuck precision, fuck censorship. heres to being loud, being yourself, and creating art. oh, and to taking our phones back to their sole purpose- being a fucking phone. 

                                                     much love, ry-bug