“You ain’t popping if you don’t got haters” -Abraham Lincoln
Picture the scene:
Whilst frolicking about campus with a big ole grin on my face and not a care in the world, I received a rather peculiar message on my apple device (don’t worry about which one it’s irrelevant to the story)*.
I know the Beantown Buzz and I would say we have a pretty friendly rivalry but this mystical “Beyond the Buzz”- never heard of them.
Odd.
So I decided to put my investigative journalism training to the test.
Was this a friend? Was this a foe? Was their name Larry? Curly?
Or possibly Moe?
I’ve never been good with sarcasm; but something didn’t feel right.
Should I be embarrassed?
Should I be sad?
Should I drain my sorrows in… Bud Light Sprite?
My mind was in a frenzy.
How could I cope with all this hate?
Should I curl up into a ball?
Watch TV?
Or Mastur- Go to Church?
All hope seemed lost.
I was turning into a wreck.
“But wait!” yelled my brain.
There was one more thing to check:
My anger turned to sadness.
What a poor miserable lad.
Have they nothing in their life then to try and make others feel bad?
The story ends here and I hope you enjoyed.
I’m not angry, sad, embarrassed, or blue.
Because at the end of the day?
And no one cares about you 🤷
NNNN
*- iPhone 8
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