My friend Kenny Rogers says: ”You gotta know when to hold em. Know when to fold em. Know when to walk away. Know when to run.”
This song pops in my head every time I get on the internet. Every. Time.
All over these here interwebs, someone is being a total dickhead to someone else. Granted, some people really do deserve it, but for the most part all I see is the herp. Herpes here, herpes there, herpes all over the damn place. After a while, it sucks the life out of your soul. It eats away your brain like a flesh eating amoeba and before you even realize it you have become one of them. Spewing your hatred all over the screen for all to see. Spreading the herp from one post to another.
Oh, look at her with her perfect little family. What a bitch.
Does he want a gold medal for taking care of his kids? What an arrogant douchebag.
That is the ugliest dog I’ve ever seen. They should just put it down.
The admin of this page is a LOSER. Get a life and get a boyfriend.
Hate, hate, hate. It’s everywhere and it’s repulsive.
There are people just as dumb as me (some even dumber) and so many people that are so much smarter than I that provide the content that entertains all of us on a minute-by-minute basis. Did you catch that? I said that there are PEOPLE providing the content that you read on your little screen. PEOPLE.
People, because cats can’t make all those stupid memes, they don’t even have thumbs or internet access.
PEOPLE. People keep the interwebs alive. People with feelings. People with lives. People that feel real emotion.
Granted, some people have cold black hearts, but they are still PEOPLE.
PEOPLE. REAL. FUCKING. HUMAN. PEOPLE.
Before you log on the next time, I ask you to follow this simple flow chart. It really only takes a second and it should be referred to on a daily basis:
It’s hard to shut your pie hole when you read something on the internet that infuriates you. Oh, it’s SOOOOOO HARD.
But you know what isn’t hard? Scrolling. That’s right, scroll right on by that motherfucker. Try it. I triple dog dare you.
*Authors note: Kenny Rogers isn’t really my friend, but if he met me I’m sure he’d want to be my friend*