Endless scrolling, looking for what?
A connection?
A reflection?
Of something outside of myself to tell me the next thing?
Never quite arriving or landing on the jackpot,
Wasting precious hours untold.
Is someone having a bad day?
A mini-meltdown of their normally cool refrigerator persona?
I'm all over it, like Batman on some criminal.
Where's the fire?
Who needs CPR?
How may I be of assistance today?
No news today, just filler spots and ads.
The rented personality of the meme, reflecting the most apt non-personal status of self.
Or worse, the preachy political snipe or smug spiritual greeting card fluff.
I can't take it.
I give up searching for humans where clearly a bot could be shoveling out this drivel.
Oooh, a judgy thought--I'm sure there's a meme with which to zing me back, ready at the quiver,
To pierce me in my liver and tell me to give up my fight.
Give in.
Give up.
It's easier to accede.
Step in line.
Step into the queue.
Get your daily dose of validation for the low, low price of your own smug superiority.
And by your, I mean my.
And by superiority, I mean insecurity.
Easier to be fake and hide that unseemly, unregistered, not for public display personality of yours.
And by yours I mean, my.
So just scroll on by.
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I've changed my comments settings to allow for anyone to comment. All comments are welcome, even spineless potshots from anonymous posters. Please, by all means, give me the tongue lashing I so richly deserve. I promise not to hunt you down and melt your keyboard with my plasma cannon. I won't, however, promise not to pout and make that face you can't stand.