Mikes Writing

Farewell Fediverse

Today I was sitting over my morning coffee. Looking around just a bit, I always feel so comfortable just having the coffee. Hearing the constant buzz of conversation in Khmer. I don’t understand most of it but the regulars there enjoy just the morning with their friends, talking, joking. I sit apart from them by a table but when I come in, they all say good morning in English or hello in Khmer. The morning coffee is always the same for me. An iced americano and I get a cup of iced tea.

Street Coffee Today

I have been having conflicted feelings using mastodon lately. I would log in and scroll around. Something just seemed off to me with the whole experience. Like I had this wonderful little instance I belonged to. I liked the other people on it. But... Yeah, there is always a but. This but was a big thing. I just was not happy any more using it. I felt kind of off with it. Like what I had now with it was not what I wanted any longer. I don’t use any other social networks at all so this was a long time thing for me and I have moved instances a few times.

This time I felt like I had poked and prodded it and I felt done. So I sat there and knew what I had to do. I had to delete the account. I could not just logout or let it sit. It would never just sit there. It would haunt me and I would get curious. Then I would be unhappy with myself for giving in to the scrolling.

So I deleted the account. And I walked.