Blogs, tv, social media and while we are here....let's talk about divorce.

I don't watch tv....Or I should say "rarely" do I watch tv. I do, in fact, own a television and movies do happen occasionally. When movies happens, it is almost always:
1. Alien
2. Bladerunner
3. Total Recall
4. Alien
It is all the excitement I need.
I grew up in the late 80's and television just hasn't ever felt interesting to me. There is a degree of pride I had in always being in the dark about what cool tv show was the hot item that week but I knew all the words to all the obscure bands you had never heard of.
KILL YOUR TELEVISION was the battle cry. Ah, but look....Social Media is now what television was. It is the apex predator of mental distraction. It's mind numbing and comfortable.
It has been a few years now, where I have been relying on the social media format for advertising my tattooing but like everything it has changed. It molded, and the wound has festered with infection and somehow we have all become addicted to it's toxins. We all see it right? Everyone is strung out on being famous & important and doing very little with it. It is all really fucking boring isn't it? 
Today, Conor McGregor is fighting a boxing match and apparently it is all anyone cares about. Tomorrow it will be something else and probably involve Taylor Swift or some other vapid pop star. The President is Donald fucking Trump? Neo-nazi's marched last week in Virginia. We speak in meme's. Everyone is growing sicker and society is on fire & burning to ash and social media has become the blinders on which we all seem to find comfort. I am over it, but I am also still there...still dipping my toes in the frigid waters. The worst thing for me is how social media tricks me into thinking I have actually done something tangible. It masquerades as a healthy benefactor in my business of tattooing. As if I haven't tattooed for two decades without it? As if I can't live without her?
Instagram feels like my first marriage. It was this terrible, horrible thing. I felt completely trapped in it but, voyeuristically, everyone looked in and seemed to think that I enjoyed being in it. Of course they thought that. It's not very looked-upon to air dirty laundry is it? The broken plate of spaghetti, shattered against the tacky 70's wallpaper in the kitchen doesn't exactly make for the best Facebook post. Nah, marriage sucked...literally it sucked me dry. Fixed in a place of wild adoration for my children, while being utterly filled with fear of separation, I finally grew the nuts to cut the cord and get out. Life has just been peachy ever since. I got my kids, I got the dog and I am getting married again but this time to the love of my life. I finally found my person! "Social Media" is this for me...It is a bad marriage. I believe that we all know it to be a dysfunctional relationship but we just sit here and treat it like it's going to get better. On some serious "fake it till you make it" bullshit. We dress it up and wear the happy game face while knowing it just isn't very great at all.
So I am hereby filling for divorce from social media. I'm starting the process. I have no idea how long it will take. I don't really know how to do it, I could just vanish completely but there are a few things I might like to take with me. I might need to plan it out a bit.

I suppose my hopes are that this "blog" will be a thing that I can focus on that may help quell the divorce....it's a rebound but maybe we stick it out in the end?

I think a blog is still social media to a degree but I don't know if I find it to be a negative. We will see.

For now, I will be posting on here, updating with my work, new tattoos and new paintings and late night rants.

I am not sure how the formatting works so forgive me if things get a bit jumbled while I figure out how to post content and allow for comments, etc. It is all new to me.

Thanks for listening to rant no 1....Here are some random photos of tattoos and art so I can figure out how to post images.