I can’t speak for other generations but I doubt there’s ever been this much pressure to appear happy all the time. Facebook and Instagram are the battlegrounds on which we fight to prove just how happy we are and nobody takes first place.
Guys do what they want. So if he wanted to be texting me, he would be. If he’s not, then he doesn’t want to. There’s no reason to make myself believe anything else.
It’s time to stop condemning people for the things they enjoy. I shouldn’t have felt like I was committing a crime for allowing myself to love a show.
Words matter. To all of us. My only wish is that somehow, some way, I could give those same words once given to me to every young boy and girl.
Learn that the amount of likes you get on a photo should never determine how good or how bad you feel about yourself that day.
We know we are in the wrong, yet we convince ourselves it is not a big deal.
If you are tired of Facebook statuses, stop reading them. Do not, however, use your privilege to silence those around you. Do not think for one minute this is in your power.
But there are some people who paint their skin with courage and desires. Who walk with legs like swords cutting through the human limitations of time and distance. They are the Digital Nomads!
I have no idea why I’m more likely to open a Snapchat than respond to a text, or fill in the heart on an Instagram post before calling my mom back.