Summer is drawing to an end, and so I return to blogging, pardon my absence - it's been a long one. I return with a pressing issue that faces many tweens, pre-teens, and youngster social network users and abusers. It seems that lately I have noticed many youthful facebookers and tweeters have decided that instead of keeping their worries and woes to themselves, they will just post their latest sally sob story on their preffered social website of choice. While we are all guilty of complaining online from time to time [pause for presently ironic realization] about our ups and downs, you my child have got some serious confusion about you, and your religous practice understandings.
No one really needs to see that you are upset that your BFF4L Cindy is being hospitalized for a mild, and perfectly treatable, case of bronchitis. Cindy will pull through this just fine without you sqwaking her business across the internet. Calm down tot, your friends gonna be alright. I don't think any one in the modern world should deem this type of internet usage appropriate. I mean, are you trying to use your computer as a conduit to Christ now? I think he can hear you just fine in the silence of your mid-pubescant brain.
I'm going to avoid veering off into a religious direction because no one likes to read anything fueled by someones political/religious bias. That's just pandering. But what I WILL do is tell you that your profile is bullshit. When every other status you post is about this cousin/friend/aunt/cat/chinese delivery man who's had some ill fate befall them... you begin to sound pretensious, like YOU have taken it upon yourself to be the local ePriest, or hell, the next "Dear Abby." Wel your not. You're a 14 year old prima donna sitting at your computer in your double wide with your prepaid Nokia cell phone in one hand and your GigaPet in the other, using your online profile to beg someone to pay you attention at the expense of someone elses misfortunes. Like, when you finally type out exactly what you want to say about Susie's car accident and how you hope she gets well soon... do you feel better about yourself? Because I sure don't.
Stop crying out loud, you're accomplishing nothing by telling Jonny "he will pull through this tragic roller coaster of bad fortune" on the internet. Do yourself, Jonny, and the rest of the people who's eyes you stab out daily, a huge favor... and go tell Jonny your fucking self!!
aaaaaannnndd... I digress.
Good day to you all.
