Hey Facebook! Remember me?

About a year ago, the keys to my Facebook castle were stripped from me by the powers that be. Initially, Instagram disabled my account and Facebook followed suit soon thereafter. 

As much as I’d like to blame those in operation of “the algorithm,” the entire situation was completely my fault. Copyright laws can hit harder than a cage fighter.

My love of mixed martial arts connected me to social media, and an excessive amount of posting videos showcasing my favorite sport erased me from my social corner of the internet’s ethos. To be honest, my removal from Facebook and Instagram was also necessary for my mental health, yet I don’t think I was capable of pulling the plug without some outside help. 

Although Twitter didn’t view my online activities in the same vain, I realized my presence online had soured—spiteful comments, oversensitivity, and other behaviors that I’d never normally showcase as a part of my personality. A week or so after Instagram and Facebook vanished from my fingertips, I sent my Twitter account into similar badlands. 

Unbeknownst to me, my rabid fanaticism for MMA and social media would allow me an inside look at the game—as a self-proclaimed journalist and sporadically comical meme-maker—I never would have experienced otherwise. 

I wouldn’t trade the two-plus years I spent—nearly every weekend—racing around from cage to cage throughout California’s upper half, delivering updates and live streaming action of the region’s amateur and professional fighters. For as many memories I’ll carry around in my heart forever, there were quite a few reasons—54, in fact—why I wasn’t cut out for the life of sports journalism, which was detailed in a previous blog: 54 Reasons Why MMA Media Isn’t for Me (link here). In the weeks following my decision to hang up the press credentials, Facebook and Instagram retired me.

Eventually, I missed the days of dispatching the latest headlines and sharing my vantage about topics on podcasts, both my own and those I was invited to be a guest on. Immersing myself back into MMA in the same way I had previously didn’t interest me; therefore, I opted in a direction I’ve spent the past fifteen years of my life: teaching. As a means of carving this path, I created the site educationhappenings.com—a place collecting all the crazy occurrences in schools circumventing the globe. 

Much like my work as Northern California’s MMA correspondent, I will publish articles on the Education Happenings website (educationhappenings.com), create memes or other conversation starters surrounding the teaching profession on the social media platforms—Facebook (@EduHappenings), Twitter (@Edu_Happenings), and Instagram (@edu_happenings)—and host podcasts featured on YouTube (link here) and Podbean (link here).

In addition to accessing the largest social media outlet for all my own selfish plugs of whatever project is in the works, Facebook offered a pair of valuable portals: One being: my mom prefers to text me through Facebook Messenger; of course, a phone would work in a similar fashion, but I believe she likes the app because it shows whether or not your “active.” Secondly, I have a PEZ collection dating back to my childhood. Some pieces are precious and have no price tag, but I have quite a few others—like a lot—that have been forgotten about in one of several sixty-four gallon tubs of plastic. I made a couple sales before my entire operation—and existence—was shutdown by Facebook. 

If you’d like to watch my PEZ dispenser garage sale grow and possibly find that memorabilia you never knew you wanted, go to Buy My PEZ (link here). 

Anyways, the only reason I’m even able to return to the Facebook platform is because my dad finally cracked the code. Frankly, if MacGyver ever needed a sidekick, my dad would be the ideal person for the job; the guy can fix everything: computers, engines, plastic knickknacks that’d remain broken otherwise, and anything else you can think of. When I texted my dad that I couldn’t believe he figured it out, his return text said, “ Ok, welcome back!”

Thanks Dad! And it’s good to be back!

9 thoughts

  1. Glad to hear you are doing well. I have searched for you several times with no luck so seeing this is awesome. Hope all is well!



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