I am not personally attacking anyone unless you are one of the awful human beings I am directly referring to below. You have every right to be upset with me. I don't know how; but, I will find a way to get over the fact that someone online will be upset with me. I will go watch a video of puppies cuddling, or I can go do something productive with my life. I will read a book.
If you feel like you need to test your friends and family, whether they care about you or not by posting misleading messages such as, “Most people won’t read past the first sentence. If you did copy and paste onto your timeline." Just don't do it. Please, God, stop these chain text messages, statuses, and emails. Every time I see one of these posts caused by a high school sophomore full of angst, I literally start to bleed out of every hole in my body. I cannot. I can speak for the rest of the world. We can't take these kinds of posts anymore.
We get it, you need attention. Instead of posting on Facebook like a needy twelve-year-old, go paint a sign in big red letters that say, "Help! No one has talked to me in five minutes and I'm going crazy." I can guarantee you will receive the attention you are so desperately seeking if you do this.
DIY posts. Stop them. No, I don’t want to know how to build a flipping lamp out of an apple core. Nor do I want to figure out how to create a 30 pound Oreo using one pack of Oreos because I, for one, do not want diabetes. How about instead of wasting your time figuring out how to make arbitrary creations that no one would keep for an hour or take that long to make, read a book? If you don’t remember what a book is because you have spent too much of your short little lives on the internet, a book is made of this material called paper, that someone puts words on.
Through these words, the creator makes an interesting plot and story, which might be hard for your now shriveled mind to understand because you spent three hours watching how to make an air conditioner that you don’t even need to build because the home you haven’t left in ten years already has one.
The point is, read a book and quit posting garbage on the internet. Then, I can resume scrolling through endless photos of puppies and baby animals, ignoring my responsibilities and crippling depression. All I ask is that we try and build the internet into a place of knowledge, not a place for mothers to post EVERY photo of their kids ever taken.
