Are you comfortable? Good. Sit tight because we need to have a word. I'm sick of reading derogatory comments aimed at close friends of mine. I'm bored of seeing you slating celebrity after celebrity. Life’s a bitch but there’s no need to be one on the Internet.
Our generation has been both blessed and cursed with its offerings. We have the knowledge of the universe at our fingertips. We are able to stay in contact and reach out to friends and family, whether they are a few minutes or a few hours away. We can share our skills and teach others, as well as be taught by people from all over the world. I too get sucked this world that lies somewhere beyond my laptop screen, a dark pit of never ending click and scrolls, GIFs and memes.
So, why is it that you feel the need to use the Internet in a way that is detrimental to others? Good on you for having an opinion but would you say to someone, face to face, that you think that they are a whore; that they’re ugly; that they have no talent? Would you openly mock their life choices or their weight where they could see you doing it?
No, I didn’t think so. It’s easier when you are anonymous isn’t it, hiding behind your laptops, sitting on your sofa, doughnut in hand and X factor on the TV?
You know what’s another thing that is wonderful about the Internet? You can disconnect whenever you want to and engage however you feel necessary, which means that it’s entirely your choice to leave a derogatory comment or send that vicious tweet.
Why is it that you do that? Were you bullied as a child? Is it because you are jealous that ignorant tosser you hate moved up the career ladder a little quicker? Do you wish you had as much money as that dumb celebrity to splurge on more crap you don’t need? Is that the only way you know how to show affection? Or is it all because you are also desperate for attention and craving interaction? Can you possibly explain please because the rest of us just don’t get it.
Can’t you fight for your slice of the limelight by taking a selfie with a dog or Instagramming a piece of cake like the rest of us?
P.S. Haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake. I shake it off, shake it off.