Surfacebook, Ordinary Dislike of the Viagra of the Mind

"Like, I was totally like, I don't like Facebook, cos like, it's totally like, for the people who liked their breakfast to get other people to like their breakfast, but like, how can the other people even like the breakfast, if they havent even been like, invited to the breakfast event on facebook??" (Short Kardashianese Version).

Translated Full Version.

Sadly, a couple of weeks back, I have sinned.

I have succumbed to the erect thumb again, after a whole year of total celibacy. During that year, I was Shitty Tittle-Tattle Disclosures- free, my brain liberated from the itchy irrational rash known as ClapTrapMydia (a disease known to push the sufferers into an endless stream of whatever comes into their mind, emphasis on whatever).

However, I got struck.

Egonorrhea, the mentally transmitted disease pushing the soundest of minds to think they are entitled to have a platform to forcefeed any odd thought to a selected few, hit me hard after my NYC trip and my second turn on the corporate catwalk resignation of the year.

Just like my fellow Surfacebookers, I started to spread the fruit of my cerebral loins, and explaining the ins and outs of my last trip into corporate hell, as well as sharing nuggets of wisdom to the many who were also considering a change in their professional path.

In my haze,  I had forgotten that, on Facebook, one does not talk about the roots of real matters, as only the grass and its color are worthy of thumbular erections from the Stepford Hive Community.

Unless stimulated by the fluffiest, non controversial keystrokes, the Facebook hive will not share a finger boner with the rest of the community, and will blissfully remain impotent.

Well Facebook can also go do one, as I have switched to an alternative platform.