Recently, I have been a Facebook and Twitter whore. It must be great to wake up, sign on to Facebook and think you've accidentally hacked into my homepage. OK, for some it's a nuisance, but I'm trying to bring a little levity to a very cynical and depressing world.
Recently, Facebook has become a complaint board. Work, relationships, illness and other various woes seem to be flooding the web. While I myself have used social media to vent, it's becoming a little bit too much. Studies are being done showing Facebook use leads to depression, because our day to day lives, don't match up to the happiness we see on other's faces. Remember kids, if you have 200 friends and 3 post pictures of themselves getting felt up by their new partner, that mean 197 of them are sitting doing what you're doing, so don't get upset. Unless of course, said feeler-upper is your ex.
I have ex-girlfriends on Facebook who are happily married, with beautiful children and it makes me happy to see them. It makes me realize that my being a dick forced them back into the game and they won. I should get an assist and their husbands should thank me for lowering the bar. On a more serious note, my friends, I mean my true friend's happiness means a lot to me. Why would I get depressed seeing them happy. Why would I sign on and see someone blowing out candles or dancing, maybe kissing their kid or snuggling with their dog and then get mad? I make jokes, but their happiness makes my day brighter.
So, recently I decided I will use Facebook and Twitter to try and make someone laugh. If I achieve it once or twice a day, I can take solace in knowing that for a few seconds, I made someone's day a little brighter. If I don't, there is nothing I can do. I tried. So instead of telling us your knee is swollen, tell me a joke. My knees are swollen every day of every year and have been now for 15 years. Do I mention them every time it rains?
If you wonder if I've lost my mind, as I was asked yesterday, I have not. I'm just trying to help someone out who may. Just trying to bring a smile to someone's face. I would gladly do this by performing sexual acts, but my jokes usually last a little longer and both sadly end with lots of laughter.
Recently, Facebook has become a complaint board. Work, relationships, illness and other various woes seem to be flooding the web. While I myself have used social media to vent, it's becoming a little bit too much. Studies are being done showing Facebook use leads to depression, because our day to day lives, don't match up to the happiness we see on other's faces. Remember kids, if you have 200 friends and 3 post pictures of themselves getting felt up by their new partner, that mean 197 of them are sitting doing what you're doing, so don't get upset. Unless of course, said feeler-upper is your ex.
I have ex-girlfriends on Facebook who are happily married, with beautiful children and it makes me happy to see them. It makes me realize that my being a dick forced them back into the game and they won. I should get an assist and their husbands should thank me for lowering the bar. On a more serious note, my friends, I mean my true friend's happiness means a lot to me. Why would I get depressed seeing them happy. Why would I sign on and see someone blowing out candles or dancing, maybe kissing their kid or snuggling with their dog and then get mad? I make jokes, but their happiness makes my day brighter.
So, recently I decided I will use Facebook and Twitter to try and make someone laugh. If I achieve it once or twice a day, I can take solace in knowing that for a few seconds, I made someone's day a little brighter. If I don't, there is nothing I can do. I tried. So instead of telling us your knee is swollen, tell me a joke. My knees are swollen every day of every year and have been now for 15 years. Do I mention them every time it rains?
If you wonder if I've lost my mind, as I was asked yesterday, I have not. I'm just trying to help someone out who may. Just trying to bring a smile to someone's face. I would gladly do this by performing sexual acts, but my jokes usually last a little longer and both sadly end with lots of laughter.
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