I hate how Facebook poisons the mind. Nowadays, whenever I log onto that website, it’s almost unbearable to go through people’s pages. Surely, it’s interesting to see what people are up to. But also, I wish I didn’t have to see them talk too much of themselves. Do they really have to post every single detail of their lives? I am eating a sandwich. I am sitting on a chair. Check-ins, I understand. If you’re posting something every five minutes or so, I think you’ve got a problem. Would you like me to stalk you? Save that for Twitter; even then, I wouldn’t be following you.
I despise the fact how some people’s relationship statuses change almost everyday. Yes, you’re single. Yeah, you’re in a relationship. You say “I love you” to him or her. Oh, what’s that? Did you guys just break up… again? As cliche as it may be, it gets on my nerves how people just loosely use those three words. Fancy photos of you making out, ey? No, thanks. I don’t need you greasing up my News Feed.
I loathe that society deems the idea that nothing is official unless it’s Facebook official. I know I’m just reiterating myself, but it’s true. Why must people question our happiness or exclusivity just because it hasn’t made the Top News? If you’re happy, you don’t need to rely on others’ opinions to confirm that you are. You shouldn’t question why you’re feeling that way. If you are, then you are. Awesome sauce, yo.
Social Networks have become another source of paranoia. You probably know what I’m talking about. You know you’ve overanalyzed things in the real world. The internet is no different, and it’s a severe disease.
As much as technology has aided us this past decade, I believe it’s taken over our means to communicate. It’s great that we can keep in touch with our compadres, but it takes away the utmost joy in seeing someone after a long time. It tests our patience with the real world and our dedication to one another. I remember back in the day when I knew I had to get picked up at a certain spot after school, I’d drop everything I did at that moment just to meet my dad; the lack of cellphones made this ideal. I remember when we didn’t have caller ID and my heart would race when I attempted to call a certain boy’s house, hoping that scene I played through my head would happen with him.
Face it. Everyone’s all up on everybody’s business.And this is why conversations have become no more than a “Cool Story, Bro.” Let’s all have a decent conversation and actually get to know each other.
What’s going on with you lately? Oh, just check my profile and that’s w’sup–end of conversation. And life as we know it. orz.