This topic has been somewhat bothering me for a while.
As a person who gets between sixteen and fifty likes (on a very good day, with very good content), I know that “likes” make you feel good.
“Oh, twenty-three people really like my face!”
“Fifty-four likes for a mere dog picture? Understandable. I love dogs.”
“I JUST BROKE SIXTY FOR MY PICTURE OF THE MOON!!”
I get it, you get it. We all get it.
That is not my issue.
If it were up to me, I would choose the most kind-hearted people to gift them with hundreds of likes. And, I do. I bless only the people I feel are good people with my insta-love. That may not make much of a difference, but, it makes me feel like I’m somewhat telling these people “you’re a good person, keep being you.”
Most of the people I follow are the one’s I believe are good. A like for you, a like for you. Nice. But, I do follow some people who fit the “other” category.
If you’re picking up what I’m putting down, you probably have seen this before. If not, I’ll set the scene.
Here’s me, scrolling, looking for funny comics, cute selfies, dogs (times a thousand), superher- “Oh look, this person’s selfie broke two-hundred. If only they were as pretty on the inside as they seem to be on the outside.”
I’m talking about the people who comment things like “kill yourself” on other people’s wall, or calling girls slutty for posting a tasteful picture of them at the beach. The people who’s amount of likes have gone to their head and believe the facade that “so many people like me, so the awful things I do don’t count. Yay me.”
Wrong.
Here’s a lesson,
Your like count doesn’t always mean you’re beautiful on the inside. Be a good person and make those likes real. Make them count for something. Gain your followers by being kind hearted, not because you’re a “savage”.
At the end of the day, being a “savage” isn’t going to gain you real friends.
