It is narcissism, it is pretentious….blah, blah, blah.
Is that something all 1,000 of the people you barely know need to be privy to? Is there nothing intimate about it?
Every day, on the internet, I am truly flawed at what people are willing to share with the world.
Posts that are cross-posted from your Twitter/Pinterest/Vine — if we wanted to see these things, we would be following you on these platforms.
I cannot help but wonder who exactly they’re taking these photos for, as I know for a fact that my own manic clicking was never truly for my own benefit.
Because wouldn’t you rather be living your life than posting about it?
This music is so good and is cutting through your heart like an infomercial knife through a series of vegetables — time to weep silently as you rock back and forth with your eyes closed.
Have you ever wondered what other people do at lunchtime, thinking to yourself, “Hey, maybe other people have food, too, you know?” Well, you’re in luck because, with Facebook, you will be graced with picture after picture of other peoples’ meals.
There is going to come a moment when you look around and realize that you have received a request from an ultrasound with its own Facebook, and it is at this moment that you will lose all faith in your generation.