Social Whore.

I know I'm not the only person who gets a kick out of people who act like they're hot shit online, yet live in shitty houses that barely ever get cleaned, never seem to have their kids (who each have a different dad), and are basically the very definition of trash. It amuses me. There has to be a name for such deep delusion. They have 1,000 plus people following them on social media. People they've never met and believe every word they say on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram. It's easy to deceive people that don't know you. Sad, but easy. Usually when someone's really active on social media, they're trying to make up for the real life they don't have. I'm not saying having over 1,000 followers is a bad thing. Not at all. The problem is living a fake life to impress these people. Keeping up appearances. If you're sharing your real life just to do it, fine. Making shit up to feel good about yourself? Pathetic. Especially when there are people who know you in real life and know for a fact you're not who you portray online.

I'm not that active online. Not really. I have a house to clean, a full time job, and hobbies that include but aren't limited to gardening, reading, writing, and crafting. I don't have the time or the patience to be on Facebook and Instagram posting shitty bathroom selfies all day. It isn't because I don't like my face. (I love my face, despite the fact that my spineless worm of a father is visible in its features. Luckily, I have enough of my mother's genes to offset it.) It's not because I'm against selfies. Selfies are nice in moderation. I take selfies. But I don't post one or a status bragging or rambling about something idiotic 20 times a day. I have friends in real life that don't need intricately woven stories or selfies to stay interested in me as a person. I don't need attention from strangers to feel validated. I go places. Experience things. I have this blog because I enjoy blogging. I like writing. When I have the time. I like to express myself. I may not get likes or comments. I may not have any followers. I don't care. This is for me. This is where I vent. If it helps someone, great.

I don't know whether to feel sorry for these attention whores or not. They obviously have nothing in real life to keep them busy.

I'm not a hater. There's nothing for me to hate. These people don't have shit. Except social media.