When I originally started my post on gym offenders, I soon realized I had too much rage and too many examples for the post to be limited to a single list. So the rant continues:Read More
In working out at the gym, I have encountered a few types of people that deserve a rant. So let’s chug a protein shake and rage about them:
Offender 1: The Rogue Runner
I don’t often run on the indoor track, but when I do, there are signs that point which direction you should run. Apparently the gym staff alternates the direction every so often. Something about wear-and-tear. Either way, they make it pretty obvious which way you should run. Even the illiterate should be able to interpret an arrow pointing left and/or everyone else on the track going clockwise around the track.Read More
Today I decided I was going to anti-up on my About page, as currently I have nothing more than an artsy picture of myself with a bio reading, “Im just a girl trying to make it in summer heat of Virginia.” Yes, my bio is only one sentence and features a lack of appropriate punctuation. So I decided to invest myself in writing this witty little ditty about myself so that people will be enthralled with the person behind the blog. Then I started to feel plagued with narcissism. I wanted to throw in my college GPA so everyone takes me seriously. I wanted to throw in all the honors I won and namedrop all the places that published me.
I seriously began to go on and on about how great I am, how funny I am, etc. Then I woke up and realized I sounded like a narcissistic prick. So I deleted the whole bit and decided that until I get down off my throne of narcissism, my bio shall remain only one sentence.
My short stint with rewriting my bio got me thinking though: Is social media just making people more narcissistic?
I grew up with a pathetically low amount of self-esteem, yet now I find myself thinking that people will want to know my day-to-day lessons as a young adult just breaking into the workforce. Even more, I actually think that people should WANT to follow me on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, my blog, and hell, people probably even want to email me. I chuckle at myself when I tweet something funny, and get an exorbitant boost of self-esteem whenever someone clicks that little star of favoritism on one of my tweets.
To answer my own question, maybe social media has made me feel more important, like my thoughts are more relevant, and that people might actually want to hear from me. But, on the same token, maybe that’s not a bad thing.
Here’s me when I used to be a boy.
Just kidding, I didn’t used to be a boy, but I sure did look like one!
So yes, social media makes me feel a little more relevant and connected, but don’t you think after having this bowl cut, I deserve a bit of extra attention?