eat me henger

i've gotten to the point where i feel like i should resign from work. it wasn't a feeling that gradually grew and hit its limit, it's more like an overnight thing that came out of nowhere. "mondays always excite me" was my line. and i really meant it, i loved my job. but somehow despite loving what i do, i fell into a series of screw ups and now i want to commit professional seppuku by handing in a resignation letter. but seeing as i work in government, even the resignation process is highly bureaucratic. so it will take a bit of time to finalize. maybe it's my intense love for the job that led me to want to resign. that i can't bring myself to stay in this position because i have brought a great deal of shame and shown a shitload of ineptitude. and this job i have deserves someone better.

it's maybe my mid-20s sensibilities hitting me, but i've decided to quit those which don't necessarily add a whole deal of value to my life. i'm starting with instagram. yes, it's pretty huge deal for me using it both as a means of expression and a political tool. but seeing as all i'm using it for is to maintain a brand - which isn't at all profitable - to people who are barely my friends, or to whom i barely care about, then there isn't really any purpose for opening the app. almost a week withdrawn from seeing a single instagram story or post, i must admit the struggle of kicking a habit. the only thing preventing me from deleting the app is that my girlfriend uses it to send me pictures of cute dogs or cute little girls. going down the totem pole, i'm reducing my facebook use. to be fair, through the years, i've gradually reduced my facebook dependency. i've done my cleansing of friends, tagged posts, and account functionality. but fo