The Internet is a funny thing.
It's this mass bubble of information floating everywhere: above, below, all around. It informs, entertains, harasses, judges, criticizes, taunts, distracts, questions, reacts and so many other things it does to us. It's the gain and the bane of our current existence. The Internet has this overwhelming power to affect us and sway us.
Simple words like "RIP Gordon Lightfoot" can cause such a stir, that the entire world can get into an uproar about one misinformed tweet forcing the bad tweeter to hide because of massive hate-tweets. Teenagers have killed themselves over rumors going viral and destroying their reputation. YouTube fame is the new "15 minutes" with double rainbows and double-dream hands being the talk of the watercooler.
One post, one status update, one tweet can change everything. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. Usually embarrassing.
So, you'd think with the power that the Internet has, throwing your life and your viral world out there like a tshirt bazooka to a football game, people would be a little more apprehensive and hesitant to what they put on the damn thing.
And yet...
People post it. They post their raw emotions in the heat of the moment. In a fit of rage, they post that dick pic their jerk of an exboyfriend sent to them while sexting. They twitpic and tweet that drunken night or drunk girl in the bathroom for everyone can see, making your squeaky clean image as crude as the vomit stains on their keds. The fact of the matter is, the Internet is the skeezy bathroom in the back of the bar. Everyone has a sharpie, and everyone has to take a piss.
What's worse, is that once it's it there. It's out. You can delete it, erase, press undo. It's still there. Like I said. Everyone has to pee.
Someone saw it. Your words have been read, someone has reacted to them and most likely, before you had a chance to press the button, someone has shared it with someone else. And then someone else. And someone else. It's out there whether you like it or not.
I've been the victim. I've tweeted dumb things. I've posted rude things. I've made my status crude and inappropriate. We're all guilty. But I also regret VERY LITTLE of what I put out there. I am perfectly aware of what I say. As horton from "horton hears a who" says, "I say what I mean and I mean what I say."
Watch what you put out there people. Either say it with full conviction and have the balls to accept the full repercussions of your actions, or step back and shut. The fuck. Up.
It's better for all of us this way.
-janeovision
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