I am back to controlling what goes into my mind. Well, somewhat.
Twitter is gone. I simply deleted the app. Even with blocking and muting (of both people and words) I could feel the gravitational pull. At best, it was a time suck. Yes, there is a socialization factor. No, net net it’s not worth it.
Freedom is blazing as soon as I wake up. All of the usual sites are blocked. This breaks the reflexive habits of touring the usual places for the usual stimulus to feel the usual feelings. Or even just break the reflexive patterns.
Spotify is purged. Rachmaninov, Allegri, Palestrina etc. stay. The rest of the playlists and favorites are gone. Even humming a snippet of a song that I deleted evokes the feeling that I want to banish: a sort of settling into a depressive, inert state of mind.
Let’s see how this works.
Podcasts. For the moment they continue, though not in firehose mode. My brain needs quiet time.