Twitter Vs Mental Health.

Being away from Twitter was great.

Great for my mental health and to focus on different things. It was hard on my blog. Twitter is the way I have to promote my blog post, get the engagement, as it is to comment on other bloggers’ posts. It was a necessary break because I have never seen so many people wishing on other people’s death, as the vaccinated wish on the people who don’t want to get the vaccine.

My mind can’t wrap around so much bad energy

Emanating from people who in most cases pass as great people, caring about others. I’m not going into the vaccine matter,  full disclosure I’m fully vaccinated indeed.

Just look around and see if you are one of these people wishing people to be dead for their choices. That’s borderline evil.

It’s totally fine to have your own opinion, but when you start to wish people to be sick and suffocated because of their decision, to validate yours, it’s time to look inside of what news you’ve been feed.

Time away from Twitter made me realize that there is more life and not everything is as bad as it looks. From society’s point of view, if you’ve been fed anger and destruction on your timeline, you may cave in and start to think your life is derailing, and certain people don’t matter.

It’s just the algorithm pushing the same time of content over and over until you can no longer get out of the bubble. That’s why the more you consume certain types of news, the more specific your timeline will get.

I drive the algorithm crazy.

We are all in the Matrix.

As I’m an immigrant, I don’t have a political side or a vaccine side, so I’m constantly navigating between the news, from the mainstream media and the independent media.

I like to see the disparity between the outlets that are being sponsored by pharmaceutical organizations to tell the masses what they want to and the independent media, that just want to inform us what is real. I don’t pick sides, I like to get my conclusions based on what I learned and researched. I do believe in science, I don’t believe in brainwashing.

Twitter is not for everyone.

Everyone on that platform has a weird way of interacting with each other. There is no need to be friends.

You might have never even been friends with that person in real life, you have probably never seen the person prior, and yet, you are ready to shout out your opinion and be extremely rude. Because your opinion needs to be seen as someone caring about what you say. Truth to be told, no one does.

I think Twitter works like this: It’s like you are in the line of the supermarket to pay for your groceries, you hear a conversation about the vaccine from two people ahead of you, and you jump next to them and yell they need to die because they didn’t get the vaccine, call them stupid and wish their entire family to die.

Would you do that in real life? Like face to face? Or would you just ignore those people and move on with your day? Some people are doing that on social media.

I’m sick and tired of this tyranny and entitlement. 

Being away from Twitter gave me peace of mind. Yes, it messed up with my blog traffic, as I don’t have a huge following, and that’s still the only platform that works for sharing. Instagram has a different purpose altogether. It’s mostly about sponsored content. I’m sick of that too.

There is also a big portion of Twitter folks to ask random questions and get some type of engagement.

Questions like “how many Christmas ornaments do you have on your tree?” get more answers than when you ask about your blogging issues or writing issues.

I started using the platform when I started watching the 90-day fiancee on TLC and following the hashtag to comment on the show. After a few seasons, the show got stuck on the same storyline and multiple spin-offs and I stopped watching it. And so did my enjoyment of Twitter.

Very quickly, I learned during the elections to mute some words, and unfollow some extremists, from both political sides. Right after that, amidst the chaos of the presidency, the pandemic came along and twitter became a battlefield.

It doesn’t feel good on the brain to feed yourself of other people’s cathartic opinions. You would walk away if a family member would do that to you in congregations, what would you engage with a completely useless stranger on social media? It makes no sense. So I quit for November/December to see how I would feel. Amazing. I felt amazing. I wish my blog didn’t depend on it.

Twitter is the easiest way to promote the blog.

We have some accounts that only purpose is sharing other bloggers’ content. If I have any traffic on this blog, I thank those accounts. Is very practical to be able to comment and share other people’s content you find interesting, as being able to follow their blogs. But that’s all I want to do on that platform.

I’m going to block some other words and move on from being alienated from other people’s opinions. Repeat after me: The opinion of that internet random person is not worth my time or my mental health.

In 2022 I’m once again prioritizing my mental health and what makes me happy. I’m not going to make any plans though, I’m still trying to accomplish plans from 2020. Say Hey, if you going through the same.

Let me know in the comments which accounts you follow on Twitter to increase your blog traffic and what blogs do you like the most, so I can follow them too.

 

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72 Hours in Rio- Part 2

Part 2 –

We took the stairs to the bottom level, where the more upscale restaurants are located. We went to this Italian restaurant because Josh wanted pizza and it was the cheapest thing we could find to share. 

Rio is a very expensive city.

It has always been. It is very touristic, very impressive and a cool place to be. No matter where you are if you say “I was in Rio” they know, you most likely had a good time. 

When in Rome, you make him eat pizza with a knife and fork. It took two seconds after the picture for him to drop it.

Uber again, which is cheap by the way, and hit the hotel. At night, we were going to meet some of my friends.  

It was the hugs that got me.

I miss hugging my friends and letting the conversation flow without having to stop and explain my references. These people are my references, they participate in my stories, they help to create them. Seating in a bar and just talking about life, not trying to impress anyone, just being cool with the surrounding, took a huge weight off my shoulders. It felt like my soul finally met my body. It was a weird feeling of was I off my body this entire time? 

In America, for some reason, I’m always on my tiptoes. Walking in eggs shells, watching all my moves. It’s exhausting. It seems like if I say something wrong, I will either be told to go back home or not to be weird. I always have to be watching what I say, and how I say it. Not in Rio. 

Day 3 – It’s Not Goodbye, it’s I see you soon. 

Saturday morning we for breakfast with one of my childhood friends/Teenage years/Young adult friend. Once again, my heart was full. We went to a hippie neighborhood, to have brunch, in a place where they serve Northeast food. Which by the way is my favorite type of food in Brazil.  

We had to wait for a little because it was just the way I like it unorganized and chaotic, but I didn’t care, because I was with my friend and her family. She has the cutest baby and the coolest husband, who joined me while eating compulsively, for one hour nonstop. In this restaurant, you have to mark on the list what would you like them to bring next, and we marked down everything. Josh was too tired to enjoy, but I made sure I ate for both of us.  

All these little bowls with food, typical from Northeast Brazil.

Leticia was the one who got me into writing stories. When we were about 12/14, we used to write fanfics, about the backstreet boys and exchange notebooks with each other’s stories, and comment on, like real-life feedback. It was the coolest writing room experience ever. 

The restaurant is called Cafe do Alto, and its located in the Santa Teresa neighborhood.

I only have 7 close friends, but I made sure to see them all. 

At night, still drowsy by so much food in the morning, I went to meet the other set of people. I have about seven close friends, and I made sure to see all of them. Lilly is my school friend, known her for 20 years, but it feels like I know her from a previous life.

We don’t talk every day, but we are always here for each other. We sat by a table in the street, where there was a tent selling craft beers. The guys put some tap beers, with beers I believe he makes himself, and sell it for a cheaper price than the bars on the street. 

Out of nowhere, Lilly was laughing and I asked her why she said “The homeless guy that just passed by, look at Josh and said he was a gorgeous man. Emphasis on the gorgeous” Not that my husband is not gorgeous, but never in America, a homeless guy told him he was beautiful and didn’t even ask him for change. Josh felt precious and I mock him for the next hours.  

When in Rio, just go for it.

Soon after, Fabiano joined the group, and the nonsense starts. Gosh, I missed Rio! We started talking about Karaoke, so Fabiano gets up and decides to takes us to Karaoke. We were all asking but where? Where? And all he could say was “Follow me” Oh well, when in Rio, just go for it. 

We walked to the place he said the Karaoke was, we knock, and the security guy told us that they were not having Karaoke Saturdays, due to Corona and they didn’t want a crowd a place and get shut down. So we kept walking. Once again, on our way to having dinner at the mall, Fabiano suddenly stops and rings at someone’s door.

“What are you doing? Oh no, he is gonna get shot. Just keep walking, he will follow us.” A guy opens the door, gives Fabiano a big hug like they don’t see each other in months, and invite us all in. The house was a recording studio/bar. 

The guy brought us a table and some chairs and we bought some drinks. We got beers, Josh tried cachaca, the distilled liquor made from sugar cane juice and we listen to music in a borrowed Bluetooth sound system. Just us, in an empty garage, having a great time. Forget about Corona, forget about the life pains, forget all your troubles. All it matters is here and now. 

The night moved on to meet the same friend from the previous day, Renata, at Outback. Renata is also a friend for over 20 years, she was there for all the important moments of my life and I’m here anxious, waiting for the day we are finally going to Disney together to celebrate.

Outback in Brazil is fancy and upscale.

If you say you are having dinner at Outback it means you can afford some prestigious five-star dinner. When I tell this to Americans, they think I’m out of my mind, since Outback here is so random. 

I said goodbye to my friends, but I didn’t want them to leave. So they all decided to go to have dinner with us. What was planned for 3, now got a table for 8? It took us over an hour to have a table, but again, I didn’t care. I was enjoying the time I had with my friends. I didn’t have that impostor syndrome that is constant in the back of my head. 

Our flight was leaving for Vitoria early in the morning, so we couldn’t stay as much as we would like to. Again, saying goodbye had to be fast, otherwise, I would have just stayed. And I mean stayed, not coming back. It sounds reckless, but I didn’t have this feeling of belonging since I moved to the States in 2012. I miss the feeling of belonging somewhere. All I’ve been doing is pushing through it. Elections, pandemic, elections, vaccines, mask, job changes, online college, moving again. 

What’s next?

It’s not fun to live in a constant state of “what’s next?” Where nothing looks familiar and you have scattered friends.

Leaving Rio in a haze of emotions and decisions for the future. I had the best time and I will be looking into writing some scripts in Portuguese, once they are ready, I will try to find them a house. In Brazil. Because have some success where I was born and raised will have a completely different taste. 

To all my friends who made time to see me, Lilly, Pedro, Fabiano, Fran, Renata, Lele, Leo, Simone, Phillipe, Patricia, Pablo. You guys are the best.

See you soon, my friends! Stay Healthy and Stay Busy.

XXX

J.Snell

   

 

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