Facebook asks what’s on my mind. Twitter asks what I’m doing. Instagram asks what I’m seeing. Foursquare asks where I am. Social media is like an obsessive ex-boyfriend.
In this place you have a profile picture and what you do is just sitting around, making friends with strangers, bragging about life you don’t have, and wasting time by writing on and talking to the wall.
No, I am not talking about Facebook. I am talking about a prison.