Blue lights flash in the dark, my time isn’t mine anymore; my thoughts ruthlessly interrupted – I’m being haunted. Call the exorcist! I’m tired of the blue ghosts dodging my footsteps, their incessant cries pulling me from the real world to their own eerie illusion of flashing images and unfriendly friends stamping their approval on brief exhibitions of morbid voyeurism.
I’m weary and leery of the green goblin’s wailing. He whistles in my ear, disrupting my slumber. Day turns into night but he doesn’t knock off, he needs no holiday. He and his blue cousins lap at my eyes and ears, feasting on my attention. My attention span is getting shorter although I stare at them all day. I read all they show me but I remember so little. Their catchphrases echo in my thoughts: they’ve taken over my mind, I must reclaim it.
Their names are Facepage, Tweeper and Whatsit… Social media. Who can free from their grip and repay the time I’ve sacrificed on their altars to appease their anger? I mourn the time wasted, time I could’ve given to the books I must read and write, but even more, I weep for my lost mind. They’ve staked their claim on my neurones, crowding out all else. Reality’s grown dim, both inner and outer, and I find myself forced to crowd the whole day’s thoughts into the wee hours – I’m robbed of sleep.
Believe it or not, the blue ghosts and green goblins aren’t my enemies. Like fire, they’re good servants but cruel masters. So I won’t call the exorcist. I won’t purge them from my life. I will simply reclaim my throne as their master… I will turn off notifications. Oh yes, it’s so simple and yet so liberating!