Why the ‘Likes’ Don’t Matter, My Friends
Why the ‘Likes’ Don’t Matter, My Friends So, picture this: You’re on the ol’ social media circus, trying to navigate the minefield of curated lives and filtered realities. The “Like” button has become the new dopamine dealer on the block. You post a picture of a salad you probably hate, and your phone goes beep, beep, ding! Seven people liked it. Seven! You strut around like you’ve just discovered fire or some shit. Meanwhile, your neighbor climbs onto his roof to document the sunset, hoping for engagement that even a Kardashian would envy. Newsflash, buddy: no one gives a rat's ass about your Instagram feed unless you’re throwing shade at someone or face-planting into a bowl of whipped cream. Now, we’ve all been there – glorifying our personal disasters like they’re Oscar-worthy performances. Your Aunt Sheila’s downing her third glass of wine, commenting on how life is a ‘journey’ and ‘you do you, boo!’ while she’s dressed like a walking midlife crisis. But let’s be real here, hon: Aunt Sheila, your ‘journey’ looks more like a drunken stumble at a karaoke bar. When did we all agree that posting an unholy amount of selfies is more valid than actual experiences? What happened to not giving a damn about what others think? Look, if you want to feel accomplished, go build a treehouse or something, 'cause your TikTok account ain't doing it. In the grand scheme of things, you’re still that kid picking his nose in the back of the class, hoping the teacher doesn’t call on you. So, next time your thumb twitches towards that 'like' button, ask yourself: am I looking for validation or just trying to fill the void of my existence with virtual applause? Because, honey, remember, your worth doesn’t come from a thumbs-up or some heart emoji. You’re more than just a pretty filter—embrace your raw, unedited self before someone else does it for you.
Why the ‘Likes’ Don’t Matter, My Friends
So, picture this: You’re on the ol’ social media circus, trying to navigate
the minefield of curated lives and filtered realities. The “Like” button has
become the new dopamine dealer on the block. You post a picture of a salad you
probably hate, and your phone goes beep, beep, ding! Seven people liked it.
Seven! You strut around like you’ve just discovered fire or some shit.
Meanwhile, your neighbor climbs onto his roof to document the sunset, hoping
for engagement that even a Kardashian would envy. Newsflash, buddy: no one
gives a rat's ass about your Instagram feed unless you’re throwing shade at
someone or face-planting into a bowl of whipped cream.
Now, we’ve all been there – glorifying our personal disasters like they’re
Oscar-worthy performances. Your Aunt Sheila’s downing her third glass of wine,
commenting on how life is a ‘journey’ and ‘you do you, boo!’ while she’s
dressed like a walking midlife crisis. But let’s be real here, hon: Aunt
Sheila, your ‘journey’ looks more like a drunken stumble at a karaoke bar.
When did we all agree that posting an unholy amount of selfies is more valid
than actual experiences? What happened to not giving a damn about what others
think? Look, if you want to feel accomplished, go build a treehouse or
something, 'cause your TikTok account ain't doing it. In the grand scheme of
things, you’re still that kid picking his nose in the back of the class,
hoping the teacher doesn’t call on you.
So, next time your thumb twitches towards that 'like' button, ask yourself: am
I looking for validation or just trying to fill the void of my existence with
virtual applause? Because, honey, remember, your worth doesn’t come from a
thumbs-up or some heart emoji. You’re more than just a pretty filter—embrace
your raw, unedited self before someone else does it for you.
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