What is it about twitter that makes us think it's a good idea to "tweet" (hate that word) all your whining and complaining?
I fell victim to twitter's overwhelming pull today. It wasn't the first time.
I sent three (thankfully only three. It felt like ten) dramatic messages to twitter today.
1. "This is neverending. I give up." about 8 hours ago from txt
2. "Found out some things. Discovered that this is quite literally the worst day of my life over the past year or so. Yayyy twitter." about 6 hours ago from txt
3. "I just bought a sandwich, brought it home, and when I opened it I saw it was moldy. This is almost funny because it fits my day so well." about 1 hour ago from txt
Hey, Sam? stfu. Sure, there are very legitimate reasons to be upset right now. I wasn't exaggerating when I said this is the worst day of my life over the past year. Really. I have some serious decisions to make over the next few days, and honestly, NO decision will keep me happy.
Here I am in my New York City apartment, enjoying air conditioning, having a lovely friend come over in an hour for Pinkberry (I love Samantha... as in a different redheaded Samantha than me), I start a new job in the morning, and I just ate Subway. Listen. I love Subway.
I'm not saying the clouds have parted and the angels have started singing and my day is instantly made wonderful. I'm just saying... I don't know what I'm saying. I'm still here, though, so that's a start.