Well for starters, they probably think that I am an indecisive freak who doesn't know how to speak the English language. I say this because I am constantly finding something I love, such as my most recent, new bedding, and I'll search it for days, put it in a shopping cart, where it's usually deleted to refrain from buyer's remorse, and then I move onto something new a few weeks later. As for the english language situation goes, I have a really weird inner conscious that won't allow me to continue reading, or a texting conversation if I come across a word I don't know the definition to. So my search engine is full of a bunch of random words followed by the word "definition".
The next thing the internet would guess about me, is that I am obsessed with snowboarding because I am constantly checking liftopia for the cheapest lift passes available. It's not that I am obsessed with snowboarding, but more that I am a cheap skate and hate paying to ride my board down a mountain!
My Facebook on the other hand, well it probably thinks that I am a kid obsessed, photography freak, that also has major relationship problems. Which makes me sound like a weirdo, I kind of am. I love little kids and anytime one of my friends posts a picture of their kids, I am always sure to like it! So Facebook also probably thinks that I'm a mom and I always see mom ads down the side of my navigation bar. Of course I'm always looking for better ways to become a photographer, so I follow a plethora of photography pages that offer tips and tricks on every type of photography. Lastly, I love the idea of love. I love the idea of being so happy with someone that you would literally do anything for them, and the idea itself consumes me. I have a very sensitive side to broken hearts because I'd like to think I know how they're feeling, based on my readings, not my own relationships, I don't have time for that!
Basically the internet thinks I'm a freak. I'm okay with it! I'm okay with all the things I'm obsessed with and constantly searching for, I'm okay with my friends thinking that I am a pedophile because I like and comment on all their children's pictures, and I enjoy the cheap tickets I find when searching for a good time! The internet doesn't need to know the real me, it's not a real person, it doesn't deserve to know the grace of my presence. :)
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