Listen, Internet. I know it’s not your fault my ad thingy on my blog got disabled. I also know it’s not your fault that it hurt my feelings and that I’ve been sort of avoiding computers altogether lately (with the exception of my constant research). I haven’t even been filling out those “Living Social” Top Five thingys on Facebook anymore.
I’m sort of mad at Facebook, too. Ask me why some other time, but just rest assured that it’s not always a good thing. It can be the harbinger of bad news PLUS some nice uneeded paranoia and insecurity. Because just bad news isn’t enough.
Quit looking at me like that, Internet. I know that I’m less-than-great when it comes to the self-esteem plus common sense and rationality department. You’ve always SAID you loved me anyway. Now’s the time for you to throw your wide-area-networky essence over my shoudler, punch me on the arm and say, “Buck up, Kiddo. Your totally irrational and freakishly obsessive mind are part of what makes you special. But they don’t necessarily make those things in your head true.”
Thanks, Internet. I feel a lot better.