What do we want? Peace. When do we want it? SHUT UP.
Right.
So,
I logged on to check the weather โ๏ธโฆ and somehow ended up in a full-blown argument about oat milk ๐ฅ๐ณ.
Twitter (or X or whatever the rebrand trauma is today) used to be for jokes and news.
Now? It's just people yelling in caps lock about things that aren't real:
โIF YOU PUT TOMATOES IN THE FRIDGE YOU DESERVE TO GO TO JAIL.โ ๐ ๐
What?! I just wanted to know if itโs raining in Croydon ๐ง๏ธ.
Everyoneโs on edge. Everyoneโs shouting. And half the time, no one knows what the original point was ๐ง โ
I scroll for 30 seconds and Iโve accidentally: ๐
Joined four movements ๐
Been guilt-tripped into adopting a llama ๐ฆ
Signed a petition against forks ๐ด๐ซ
Even memes are aggressive now: โThis is SO YOU.โ
Is it though?
Is it, Lucy? ๐
All I wanted was a forecast and a cat video. What I got was a crisis and an identity spiral ๐๐โ
๐ช๏ธ๐ฑ The Management (logging off to scream into a cardigan)๐งถ
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Itโs not you, itโs... okay yeah, itโs the internet.
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