Since I can remember I’ve always given up something for Lent. A small sacrifice for 40 days and 40 nights to mirror Jesus’s sacrifice and temptations in the desert. I know to non catholics this sounds absolutely ludicrous but that’s how it goes.
When I was younger I gave up sweets and chocolate. I had a huge box and if anyone was kind enough to bring these for me I would put hem in my box ready for Easter Sunday.
My perhaps toughest Lent was in 1988 when I gave up Neighbours. The struggle of not knowing what was going on in Ramsay Street pained me. How were Scott and Charlene? What was Mrs Magnum moaning about now? How was Bouncer? It was a long cold hard Lent but thankfully you could not watch Neighbours for about 5 years and pick up the storyline.
Last year I gave up swearing. I think I lasted a day. Anyone who knows me knows I’ve got a potty mouth and due to various stresses and strains that year I actually think I swore more than ever. This year, was going to be different. I was going to make a stand and stay strong.
So, I decided to go all out and give up social networking. No facebook, no twitter and I’d try no swearing again.
Now, facebook I’d gone off for a while. It’s a platform that people use to bitch, moan and boast about how fabulous their life is. I was sick of the public declarations of how peoples life’s were so amazing. Tired of the over sharing. Frankly, if people were so immensely happy why feel the need to share it on a hourly basis? So I didn’t think facebook would be too much of a torment.
Twitter however, a whole different ball game. I heart twitter with a passion you can only dream of. I love the interaction. The cammodary. The peep hole into people’s lives who you admire and forging friendships with people you’ve never met. If I thought Lent 1988 was a killer this is like being in a POW camp. My phone keeps flashing tormenting me with new facebook and twitter notifications
Saturday’s are hard because of football and “Take Me Out” as there’s always so much banter flying around and now “The Only Way Is Essex” back I’m dying to interact with my twitter family.
I’m missing @markbrighty”s football predictions, even though I am so bad at it, and tweeting him about his column and defending my cities honour. I’m missing FF, Kojo’s random trending topics. Saying good morning and night to @jordanstewart3 in Greek. How the devil is @najones kitchen coming along? What trainers has @Perfection7 been buying, his pictures of his dinner (don’t ask!) Whats @EmmaWhizz been up too? Hows @Sonnithepulli? To name just a few.
According to Father George, my Mom and Dads parish priest, Sundays don’t count in lent. I did have a sneaky peek on one Sunday but it only made it worst so I’m going cold turkey until Easter.
Its strange that I miss people I don’t know on twitter more than people I do know on facebook. It’s made me realise that I was becoming some what obsessed with it and would tweet every little thing in my day and a lot of it is a load of old twoodle. That’s why I love twitter ‘cos its so random.
So until Easter Sunday I remain in social networking exile, a twitter quitter. As for the swearing..maybe next Lent.