book-of-face
Have you ever suddenly realized that something you always thought was cool was actually really dorky?
This has happened to me a few times.
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The first time I was about 8 years old. I was in the middle of braiding my Barbie’s hair when suddenly I realized that Barbies were lame. I remember thinking, “This isn’t fun anymore. This is weird. Why am I holding this fake woman in my hand and braiding her hair?” I put her away and never played with Barbies again.
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The next time it happened, I was 13. It was a Friday night and my friends and I went to the local ice-skating rink for something called “Rock Night.” For the past three years, I had gone to Rock Night every single Friday. I’d skate around the rink…maybe hold hands with a boy during a slow song (Boys II Men “On Bended Knee” usually)…and then go home. I looked forward to it every week. But then all of a sudden…one Friday…I realized how dorky it was. Rock Night was literally just a bunch of middle school kids skating in a circle for three hours. That was all. What’s fun about skating in a circle for three hours? It’s tiring. And cold. And why did I have to be in ice-skates in order for a boy to hold my hand? The whole thing just made no sense. I never went to Rock Night again.
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I had a similar moment today.
I went onto Facebook. Ya know. The daily routine. And someone who I don’t actually know put this up as her status update:
“Why am I so thirsty for knowledge? Why can’t I just be content and ignorant like other people my age? Why am I so different?”
HAHhahAHhahHAHAHAH!!!!! What even is that?!?!?!?!?
I laughed for a minute straight after reading that.
And then suddenly it struck me…
Facebook is weird.
Very very weird.
I’m sure everyone else in the universe has come to this conclusion already…but for some reason it’s just hitting me now.
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Creepin’ TLC style like,
Me
