Stagnancy frustrates me, and I often don’t even know when I’m frustrated. A couple of days ago I found myself becoming increasingly agitated with someone’s decision to post a poorly edited photo on Facebook. I couldn’t stand the thought of people not caring about what they shared on social media; it drove me nuts. I cared quite a lot, and there was no denying it. I pointed out the picture to my siblings, my parents, and my grandparents, trying to evoke the same reaction I had from them. I exaggerated trivial flaws and actively played the individual in the photo down. All of this happened because I had one too many seconds of time at my disposal- an idle mind can bring out the worst in anyone.
Then, starting to feel more and more like an idiot, I channeled my inner me like a shaman; I took a step back, a breath in, and thought, hey! Why in the f*** do I even care? I don’t even use Facebook regularly. This is the only time I’m ever going to see this picture, and it has nothing to do with me in the first place. I should think girls, food, life ambitions, food, golf- in that particular order. And so I did. It was that simple. I wrote two articles and planned my weekend out; this shit isn’t worth my two cents.