Do you remember the first time you took a swig of your first kale concoction? You sort of hoped for the best....
I once knew someone that loathed social media so much. I mean this person swore up and down and sideways that it was the cause of the current corrosion of society.
Note to self, my dear friend is also a pathological liar. You know, the ones that can't help themselves. The lies were always outrageous and over the top like James Bond, smooth, dangerous, and exotic. .
Naturally, I did what any one would do, I did a little digging. In 30 seconds flat, the discovery was uncovered. A Facebook account. And an instagram to boot! It was quiet curious. Intriguing! There were several upon hundreds of anti social media rants. My friend could write a dissertation on the subject. I knew about the dirty little ditty. I chuckled. I giggled (on the inside). The longer I knew, the more I suffered. .
I'm not one to hang on to secrets very long. I unravel like a paper airplane. After a year and some months of tolerating the madness, I broke the seal. I couldn't handle the hypocrisy. I was candid, "you know, I know right? it's no big deal." The jig was up. The reason for the secret Facebook was the online pool game requirement. The instagram "private" account. (The account followed 2 people, none of them being me.) My friend followed 2 awesome players one being a Ukraine female and the other a dude from Israel. That fib had too many details (guarantee lie). My friend said, "when you open a Facebook account, it automatically opens an instagram account. They're connected. I was like, "like a buy one get one free?" .
Utilizing ones nickname for the handle and the fascination for outer space and aliens as your profile, was like an elephant shitting on your face. Fail.
My point being, as kale juice taste like eck on a blah, it's good for your body. So is telling the TRUTH.
#healthylifestyle - 17 hours ago