There really are friends that grow apart and they don’t actually see it happening. They just wake up one day realizing that things have changed, sadly.
I am not the type who broadcasts my problems on the internet. I keep all my thoughts in my head…and in my heart. Whenever something saddens me, I just endure it until I don’t feel it anymore. You may get a hint and think, “Yeah, he’s sad.” but you can never find out what’s bothering me.
I am not the type who says, “Hey guys, I have a problem.” and that I need someone to talk to. I still believe that there will be people who will ask me privately and try to find out my problem. i believe I still have true friends who care about me and would mind to listen to my dramas.
Unfortunately, I am one of those people who will ask you about your problem, give you advice, and crack jokes to make you smile, at least for once. And now I will say it, I need someone…like me. Someone I can hardly find.
Trying to look back, you’ll realize that there really are memories that don’t fade and people you can’t forget.
"If I came here for the likes, I should have left right after joining."
I don’t know. People nowadays, especially those younger ones, seem to have joined Facebook for the likes. Changing your profile photo on the average of unlimited times per week… Duh. What’s that for? I do change my display photo from time to time, post a couple of self-portraits, but it’s actually fine with me whether I get 205 likes or a non-sense 1 comment…by myself.
There are people out there who goes inside a comfort room and gets out of it with 75 “selfies”. Aside from me thinking that I’m ugly and extraordinarily not photogenic, I really can’t stand taking so much selfies because I don’t think people would appreciate that. Well, forgive me for being vain (and conceited) when I was still in high school.
Ya know, I joined Facebook in February of 2009, and posted photos (of me) and didn’t care about getting “appreciated” at all because that time “liking” a photo isn’t really a big deal. If I came here for the likes, I should have left right after joining. I signed up for a Facebook account to connect to some people, and not to become famous.
Funny, I have uploaded two albums worth of photos of my four-day Korea trip in December of 2009 and barely got 10 likes, for both albums. Just recently, I posted a photo of the custards I made (out of boredom) and received quite a number of feedback and 20 likes. I never thought people would appreciate me making desserts than having a fun trip out of the country.
"Thanks sa likes.” I have said this a couple of times, too. But hell, why do you have to thank everyONE who liked your post?
"Thank you sa like Cedie!" "Thank you sa like Sarah!" "Thank you sa like Julio!" "Thank you sa like Julia!" "Thank you sa like Yolanda." C’mon. One simple "Thanks!" would be attention-seeking enough. And yes, this paragraph is somehow BCWMH inspired. IYKWIM.
This is why I am actually not a fan of these whoever-gets-the-most-number-of-likes-wins type of contests on Facebook. Once upon a time in my college life I needed to promote a Facebook fan page because whoever gets the most likes (among all the groups in class) gets a 100. Amazingly, we (my group) got the least number of likes. See. Amazing.
I won’t be hypocrite, though. It flatters me a lot to receive “likes” for my photo. “Uy ang saya, ang daming nag-like oh. :)))" We really have this thought bubble at times, right?
Hmm, what’s my point here? Nothing. I just think people are becoming more narcissistic as time passes by. I, too, am a bit guilty of that. But at least, I think about what to post while being sensitive of what people will think, and while disregarding them, too. What? I mean, I think this is exactly the reason why there are so many platforms on in the internet to post anything you want to post. In my case, I rant on Twitter, I share on Facebook, I brag on Instagram, and I express on Tumblr.
Be aware of where you are on the internet. Be aware of what you post. Be aware of your audience. That’s the point of this post, I guess.
Be a moderate…narcissist.
If I happen to have contradicted to your beliefs and, in one way or another, hurt your feelings or step on your ego, I’m sorry. just consider this a thought of someone who has nothing else to do in life but express his thoughts on Tumblr.