I deleted Facebook. It actually feels insane not to have it, but it also feels infinitely better knowing that I walked away from it. As it turns out, you can keep your Instagram account after deleting Facebook, and I'm already noticing too many similarities between Instagram and Facebook. Sure, posting is a bit different, but there is still the same volume of people posting idiotic comments based on misinformation, religious beliefs (sort of the same thing as misinformation), or taking information out of context and using it to give weight to their opinions. There aren't enough smart people posting facts, because I imagine those people don't feel it necessary to engage with dumbasses. Unfortunately, I am a dumbass, because I like to engage with trolls. I literally do. Most trolls are narcissists, and I seem to have a PhD in irritating trolls. I don't like this about myself, but narcissists make the world such a terrible place to live in, and I imagine my words as hot pokers searing into their brains. Then, once the excitement of delivering blow after blow to the egos of these trolls had passed, I'd feel horrible about it. In the end, narcissists become narcissists because they weren't raised well, or developed a sadistic coping mechanism to deal with their self-hatred. They are among the most pathetic people in society, and, unfortunately, love alone couldn't save them from themselves. I think I found pleasure in breaking them down because it's actually what I'd like to do to the narcissists in my life. I find it really difficult seeing the narcissists in my life existing, hurting others, hurting animals, and treating themselves to the finer things in life because of their greed, lies, and manipulations. It's a hard pill to swallow. It's a hard pill to swallow that I found myself in comment sections having fun ripping strangers apart. I don't want to be like that, and I now realize that I have work to do on myself because of how easily I'm triggered by stupidity and narcissism. And, as hard as I am on narcissists, I'm just as hard on myself, if not harder. The verbal abuse I deliver to my own damn self is shocking, to say the least. My internal dialogue would be enough to file abuse charges if I were saying them to someone else. I have been working on this in therapy for so long, and it has never gotten better. The need to beat myself up is so deeply embedded in my psyche that I'm not sure if I'll ever be free of it. Where I am blessed, though, is that I have a husband who calls me out when I'm doing it and kindly reminds me to "speak nicer to my wife." I haven’t stopped using Instagram (yet) because I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to stay away from the comment sections… *fingers crossed*