Sometimes something bad goes wrong and it seems like an unusual coincidence when two or three or four bad things go wrong one after the other. I’ve always liked the same good things happen when you’re in a good mood and bad things happen when you’re in a bad mood. Most of the time it’s hard to figure out why but sometimes it’s because you make bad decisions when you’re in a bad mood.
When I woke up this morning and I went through my usual routine of checking out Instagram and Facebook I was surprised to learn that I could no longer check out Instagram or Facebook. I had been locked out of all three of my accounts. This includes my personal Facebook account and messenger and my personal Instagram account and messenger and my private Instagram account. This also means I was locked out of all of the pages that I am a support administrator for and the groups that I created or am one of the moderators of. Essentially except for WhatsApp I am locked out of the entire meta system and it appears from what I’ve been able to gather on online, there is no hope. It’s gone. It’s gone forever. All my messages and my groups and my chats and my contacts are not recoverable.
This seems wrong. And by wrong I don’t just mean that it seems an error because it doesn’t look like it’s an error it literally looks like this is the choice of meta because my private Instagram apparently broke a rule although to be honest it doesn’t tell me what it broke and it doesn’t even tell me whether it’s my private Instagram. I just assume that it is because that particular account occasionally posts drug related materials which is why it’s private. It just recently topped 1,000 users so maybe that’s when they start paying attention to it. Just so that it hurts more when they take it away I suppose. I remember being quite depressed for weeks when Tumblr just deleted everything I had there several years ago.
But this Facebook changes pretty major because it’s the only contact people have for me or at least some people and certainly the only contact I have for them which I can’t access now.
It’s a coincidence that this happened the day that I ran out of my under the table medication more commonly referred to as drugs. So I’m dealing with this without my usual enhanced focus and concentration and happiness which essentially means I’m not really dealing with it. It’s 4:30 p.m. and I’m just sitting down in my computer for the first time today with quite a few things to do and a brain that doesn’t want to do any of them because of the scatter.
So of course whenever I’m trying to avoid something I generally pick up my phone and blog. A few times already I have thought about opening Facebook to tell people about this but that’s kind of like when you don’t have your phone you keep reaching for your phone to tell people you don’t have your phone.
I do have a Facebook account with an alias user but I’ve tried to keep that separate and secret and I don’t really want to use it to expose it just to tell my friends I’m not online and that account doesn’t have access to the same contacts anyway so I’d have to manually go through. It just sucks and it doesn’t appear to be any way of getting around just all of the help files are not helpful at all and even the meta AI is as useless as ever.
I will attempt to resolve it tomorrow again, with even less focus dust in my bloodstream and less good in my stomach.
I am out of money and things have started bouncing today. Frogstar.tv domain, my cloud accounts, my Copilot chat credits are all past due. Two more domains come up this week as well. Nobody currently owes me any money for another 10 days.
I’ve been depressed about my living situation again because I had a mini party while I was alone and the guests seem to have stolen things. It may not have been them but they are the logical scapegoats that put the blame on me and even if it was somebody else it still happened when I was in charge of the house.
The reaction to it and other things was bad and somewhat revealing that triggers my awareness that the home may feel trapped by my presence. Even if it’s just in my head, the feeling that they would be happier if I wasn’t living here seems correct.
Very sort of things happened in the last few days that add to this including my customers who are upset at me and tasks that I’m not doing is professionally as I should. It’s just a bad day week month year decade
But yesterday everything was good so maybe tomorrow it will be again. That’s the good part of my brain and medication.
I have finished all my bread and junk food but I do still have chocolate and Pepsi for a day or two more.
