So…for once I am not gonna rant or wax philosophical about mental health issues.
Today I want to address how we, as human beings, have been reduced to vapid “like” clicking social media mongers.
I want to point out all of the wonderful posts and articles on the web that are heartfelt, humorous, intelligent…And are lucky to get five likes, let alone the luxury of a comment.
I cannot tell you how many times I have been INFURIATED by seeing such good posts, so well written, yet so ignored. Meanwhile some jackass posts a picture of their penis shaped pancake and gets 300 likes. Or some guy with thousands of followers who claims to understand depression yet basically shoves “suck it up” down your throat…And people clamor to click like, comment, and even promote that blog on their own pages.
Blinding hot rage fills my veins. Not out of jealousy. Out of disgust that such inanity passes for “good content”.
This has been brewing for months with me but came to a head last week. After weeks of R posting to Facebook all these brilliant historical quotes (albeit meant to bolster Trump) and receiving maybe five likes or comments…
One day his buddy takes a picture of R sitting on the step smoking a cigarette and looking up parts on his phone. By the next day, it has over 25 likes. OF A PICTURE OF SOMEONE USING A SMART PHONE.
Because ya know, omg, that is such an abnormality in this day and age where smart phones have become an extra appendage.
Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy a click of the “like” button, but I am writing from the heart here, pouring out my soul, sharing my weaknesses. I EARN that like for putting forth the effort to be honest. I honestly wish I’d get more comments because feedback is the only way I know whether my writing is resonating or not.
Lazy America (sans though simply too shy or whatever to do more than click like) just read a few lines, click like, and move along. I have over 700 alleged followers and average maybe 7 likes a day, two comments if I am lucky.
But allow me to post a picture of my phallic shaped potato I have in the kitchen and I could go viral.
Does this make any sense to anyone with a working brain?
People are fickle and shallow at times. And technology has made it worse. I hate someone coming over to my house allegedly for a movie then spending the entire time on their damned smart phone.
INANITY is worse than INSANITY.
So please…If you do indeed like my writing and it resonates…Click that like button. Comment because ya know, those rumors about me eating the souls of infants therefore being too scary to converse with are blown out of proportion.
Like this post or puppies will get tumors.
Nah. I love puppies.
Besides. I am fairly sure most of America already has tumors from liking pictures of vegetables shaped like body parts. What else could explain such…vapidity?
This post was approved by Morgue and she stands by it 100% percent. Go Tweet what a wacko I am.
Far be it for me to risk puppies getting tumors.